Mmm. Writing fast means I don’t have much to say about this one. Written in between moments of checking the American election live text feed, and not finished for a couple more days after that due to Obama celebration, and Fireworks Night. 
Sorry about the ridiculous amount of errors in the previous chapter. I hope this one isn’t so bad. I’m afraid Inspector Watkins, who is of course the sekrit love-child of Watson and Hopkins will not be making another appearance. 
This chapter brought to you by the madness of the second day of NaNoWriMo, so forgive typos, mistakes, etc.
Here’s a nice soundtrack for the chapter for you. Sadly the site is under construction at the moment, but when it returns, there will be lots of free steampunky music there. Horay! (I stole all the albums before he started playing with the site).
The show goes on here. Or you can see what nice Mr. The Hitcher thinks about combining the future and the past…
(I’m going to see the Mighty Boosh live next month, and I’m more than a little excited about it).
EDIT: Ta muchly to all those who have picked up the typos for me. Muah! x
