"My first time here. I gather we're both strangers in this strange new land," he muses. "A sequel to the story we both lived in Deerington." He takes down his Bag, digging into it and taking out the Journal, removing a cartridge pen from inside it. "I suppose it's a bit soon to make plans for the future, but I've always been one to think at least three moves ahead.

"And I think your canine friend there hopes that one of our plans involves spending some time here with him," he adds, warmly and even indulgently.