The wind is relentless, storming about outside the houses in Lower Leigh. The neighbours are still up as the night ticks by, murmuring away into the early hours, they put forward their theories to one another, each idea more unlikely than the last. Some hope that the glimmering low light really does hold a magic that will keep them safe in the end, some are determined to cut through to cold reality and find the dark heart of the neighbourhood and its history, obscured as it is by selective memory and hope for a better future. And then, there is the strange man in his big cat car, prowling about. There is regret and the hollow pain of past betrayal. There is new romance. All in all, its a cauldron of a night, swirling and bubbling as we approach Eric's deadline of Mim-mayhem.