Prologue – Episode 3 The tall bald man in the suit of armour greets her with a smile. "Hello. You must be Skye." "I must be," she says, returning his smile. "And who must you be?" "I must be Derek." He extends his hand. She shakes it. "I wish I’d known about the costume. I have a very sexy little princess outfit I could have worn. You could have rescued me from all kinds of monsters and dragons tonight." Derek smiles, looking slightly embarrassed. "Unfortunately, you’re not here to see me. I’m just the guy who stands in front of the door." There is a blinding flash of white light in the hotel room behind him. Jesus! The TV in there must be huge. A strange look appears on the man’s face. He glances around, and takes a short step toward her. "I’m glad to see you weren’t running late." She notices his strange accent for the first time. She has met a lot of men and heard many different accents over her years in this industry, but this particular inflection is difficult to place. Where are you from, Mr Derek with the suit of armour? "The message I received was very specific," she says by way of explanation. "That’s good," he says. "Sometimes you can’t help running late though, can you?" There it is again – that strange inflection. The first syllable of the word "running" was heavily accented. "True," she says. "Sometimes the traffic can be a nightmare, even at this hour. But I had a good run." "A good run," he says, sounding strangely urgent. From the hotel room behind him come sounds of muffled movement. "Yes, there’s no escaping heavy traffic." It was only much, much later that she realised how stupid she had been. This man Derek wasn’t speaking with a strange accent at all. He was telling her to run. A small bell rings in the hotel room. Derek’s face falls. "I think that means it’s time for me to go inside, Mr Derek the Dragonslayer," she says, checking her phone again. 12:01am. "Otherwise I’m going to be late for our appointment." Derek lets her through the door, then takes his position outside. "Good luck," he says. Why does he look so sad? Skye walks into the brightly-lit room. One of the first things she notices is the absence of luggage and belongings. The second thing she notices is the TV. It’s off. So what the hell was that flash? Definitely a weird job, this one. At least it couldn’t get any stranger. Then she notices the woman sitting on the massive king-size bed. The woman is dressed as a nun.