“You guys have to come to Isaac’s talk.” Daisy leans against the wall, one hand on her hip. “Johan might be there, and I don’t want to look like Billy No-Mates.”

Al grins. “And, what? We sit there like gooseberries while you try to make Isaac jealous by flirting with Johan? Bloody hell, Daisy, I can read you like a book.”

“I’m going to Isaac’s talk.”

“Of course you are.” Daisy rolls her eyes at Leanne, who is wearing a purple sarong and a grey vest top, with a multi-coloured beaded necklace that hangs past her waist. She looks like a shorter, bonier version of Cera. “And” – she turns her attention back to Al and me – “so are you two.”

The four of us are having a stand-off in the shower block at the back of the girls’ dormitory. It’s 6.55 a.m. and Isaac’s talk starts in five minutes. Other than Leanne, who’s been to each and every one of his talks since we arrived, the rest of us have successfully managed to avoid them. With titles like “Freeing your Toxic Mind”, “Achieving Contentment by Breaking Unhealthy Attachments” and “Harnessing Health through Positive Thought”, they don’t exactly appeal.

“You can badger me all you want, Daisy,” Al says, resolute, “but I’m not going. I don’t want to run into Isis.”

Daisy sighs. “Oh, for God’s sake, Al. You’re not still going on about that, are you? Isis is about as psychic as my backpack.”

“She knew things about Tommy that only you guys know.”

“Then she must have overheard someone talking about him. Leanne, are you sure haven’t mentioned him?”

Leanne, who’s been picking at the knot in her sarong with her spindly fingers for the last couple of minutes, looks up. “I haven’t, Daisy I swear. I wouldn’t do that to Al. It’s too personal.”

“Emma?”

“God, no.”

“Then maybe you were talking in your sleep, or something? Seriously, Al, if Isis freaks you out that much, just tell her to sod off if she tries to talk to you. You don’t have to listen to her voodoo claptrap if you don’t want to. You managed to avoid her last night, didn’t you?”

“Only because I went to bed early and pretended to be asleep when she came in. She was staring at me the whole way through dinner. She would have come over if I hadn’t left the room.”

“And what’s your excuse for not coming to the talk, Emma? I thought you were Isaac’s biggest fan?”