She knows that right now in each bunker and emergency room there is chaos and disorder caused by her, but there are also speakers still connected to the hacked radio network from this place.
‘Time travel is possible. I have the device. I have the inventor. I do not want anything from you. My name is Maggie Sanderson. I will bend time to win . . . and I will win . . .’
She stubs the cigarette out and places it in the plastic bag with the others. The soldier watches her. Confused. Mesmerised. She places the bag down next to him. ‘Make sure Mother gets that.’
‘My mum?’ the young soldier asks, bewildered.
‘Not your mum, Mother. You’ll know soon enough, and tell her from me if she harms you, I will find her. What’s your name?’
‘Private Armstrong . . . Colin . . . Colin Armstrong.’
‘Goodbye, Private Armstrong. Been nice meeting you.’
‘Wait! Who . . . What . . .’
Miri and Ben go through the Blue. The young soldier sees it. They walk through a solid wall of light, then it’s gone. Just gone.
‘Did she say anything else?’ Mother asks him, days later in the concrete underground cell.
Colin shakes his head, then stops to look round at the scary men standing round the Prime Minister. ‘She said . . . She said, if you harm me, she’ll find you. She knows my name . . . I told her my name . . .’
The PM nods. Mother smiles. ‘You’ve been touched by an angel, Colin. Maybe a devil. I don’t know. Either way, you are free to go . . .’