Bane came awake slowly, noticing immediately that her limbs felt like lead. She realised that she must have finally succumbed to sleep and was glad that she had no nightmares. She yawned and tried to open her eyes, but they seemed sealed shut.

“Die maulwurf ist wach. Ha ha.” Bane froze briefly at the sound of the woman’s voice and then realised that they must have arrived on Deutschland. Why were they calling her a mole? They bathed her face in warm water so she could open her eyes.

“Hallo,” she said, finding herself in a room of women. “Wo sind meine freunde?” One of the women told her, but she spoke too fast. “Langsamer, bitte.”

“Sie sind im gefängnis, mein kind.” Bane pulled back the covers stood up. Her legs held her weight for all of two seconds before she dropped to the floor and she cursed her own stupidity. Two women, laughing, helped her back into bed. Bane looked at the eldest woman there.

“Erklären sie dem Bürgermeister, den sie nicht Deutsches sprechen. Mein name ist Pye.”

“Pye?” said the woman, and then recognition, “Pye! Mit essen?”

“Ja,” said Bane, relieved. “Mit essen.” The older woman turned to someone else to indicate they should fetch someone and she left the room.

“Mein name ist Berta Kifelder,” she announced, and proceeded to massage Bane’s legs vigorously. Bane remembered falling asleep after dinner, or possibly before. Unfortunately she did not know what day that had been. She was still a bit groggy when a man came into the room in full regalia, causing Berta to quickly throw the covers back over Bane. He asked her why her ship had not followed the proper procedure and answered the hail. Bane explained that she was the only one who had been to Deutschland before and that she had been asleep. When the Mayor indicated that he did not believe her, she had to go on to explain how she was an insomniac – forgetting that word, but explaining it in a very roundabout way – and they had probably be unable to wake her. She told them that Captain Reynolds had come