Leander looked at the man worriedly. Poor guy, tossed around in a wretched old box in such an unpleasant manner, no wonder if he's broken a rib or two. Where did he come from anyway? Had the cubicle really flown (which was virtually impossible) or had Leander just been hallucinating?

"Is that a tree-house? Papa and I used to build such booths for birds when I was younger, only five times smaller in proportion. Were you observing birds in the treetops or are you working on some kind of a project? I wouldn't mind helping you! Of course after I've taken you to Mr Piers - our doctor, lives in Thornshire - he'll take a look at your back and-" Leander didn't seem to be able to stop his newly-returned flow of chatter, but the Doctor raised his hand, silencing the young man.