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Abigail woke up to the sound of drilling. She sat up and checked the time, 4.05 am. She wasn’t childish but noises in the night did frighten her. It was one of those horrible moments when you feel too scared to sit in bed but too scared to go and investigate. She lay there for a bit, her eyes jerking about in their sockets, searching for light, her pupils as wide as saucers. Then she heard James’ door open.