Noon returned to our chalet in the middle of the night and this morning says she has a stomach cramp. She certainly SOUNDS different, not that she talks very much. Mrs C Eckler comes in to make sure she’s OK then leaves. I guess since Noon’s 4-leap she must be treated like a grown-up. She didn’t come here with a school. But she’s not telling the whole truth. Her not feeling well has something to do with the time she returned to the chalet. 4 a.m.! Then she spent a whole hour tapping into her phone. Obsessed with texting, that girl. At least she’s not wearing that horrible Chanel No. 5!

I’m scared this morning because we have a workshop with Le Temps who might be a witchcraft. But I’m not going to be like Noon and pretend I’m ill. I have to attend because Big Ben will be there and he hates Le Temps. I don’t want him to get angry and have a meltdown. If he throws a chair, he might get excluded from Leap 2048. So I won’t tell Big Ben that Le Temps is a witchcraft. That can wait till later.

The workshop’s taking place in The Round, same as last night. When I tell Noon she’ll be sad she missed it. She loves The Round. Thankfully, the seats carved out of cut-down trees are rooted to the ground, so Big Ben won’t be able to wrench one out and throw it. We sit in a circle like before. Big Ben’s on my left, Ama’s on my right. She squeezes my hand hard when we sit down. I don’t mind, as I know she’s sad about Kwesi. Le Temps clears his throat like people do before they make an important announcement and want you to listen extra carefully.

‘Good morning, fellow survivors. Welcome to Law of the Jungle. Please take out your phones.’

We all fumble in our bags. I take out my Chronophone but keep the TwentyTwenty in my bag. I don’t want Le Temps to offer to look after it for me. He looks around the circle.

‘Turn them off,’ he says in his buttery voice. He looks around the circle again and smiles. It’s a strange smile, not sure whether it’s happy or angry. ‘How does it feel with your phone switched off? Anyone?’

You can always count on Jake to say something.

‘We can’t communicate.’

‘Good. Anyone else?’

‘We don’t know what time it is. Or where we are.’ That was Martin Aston aka Aston Martin.

‘Exactly. Without your phones, you’re lost. Literally. Metaphorically. You don’t know what time it is or where you are. You feel cut off from reality. You don’t know who you are any more. Without your phone, you cease to exist.’