The thing about Crazy Diamond was, you stepped on board and left the real world behind. Perhaps it was being afloat, or being cocooned, or the gauzy, filtered quality of the light inside the cabin. So it was hard to leave it, even knowing – joyous thought – that she could and would come back, but it was Monday morning now, and Dan needed to be in Salford by Thursday, and before then, they had to get to Sheffield.