7 am, 3rd September. Parliamentary prison cell

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*Peter wakes up several times during the night.  The bright sodium glare of the streetlights regularly tricking his brain into thinking it's dawn.  Eventually, he gets up, grabs a spare blanket and hangs it on the highest window bar he can reach.  It doesn't block all the light, but enough to let him sleep until morning.

The morning is not a happy one, Peter's mental stock taking: 'Owner: one.  Practically incurable disease: one.  Means to contact George: zero.' does not lend itself to cheer.  Now that he's less furious, he can feel his magic roiling beneath D'Souza's binding, giving him a continuous need to figit or find some other outlet for the pent up force.  He paces the room.*

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*The rest of the conversation is surprisingly amicable. Eventually they finish and the two speakers escort Peter back to his cell. Frances and Peter talk quietly along the way. No one comments on John's slightly uncomfortable expression or large bag.

When the other two have left, Peter rummages through the suitcase. It appears that Fiona omitted to include a full set of pyjamas. He settles for the rose boxers and a t-shirt instead.*