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what voices inside your head sound like, but this was definitely an outside broadcast. She turned her head back and continued to stare forwards.
    â€˜Well?’ she repeated.
    â€˜If you continue sitting on that doughnut,’ the voice replied, ‘it’ll ruin your skirt. Compacted fresh dairy cream and gaberdine don’t go, or so they tell me.’
    â€˜If you go away,’ she said, ‘I will remove the doughnut. While you stay here, visible or not, I have no intention of indulging your warped sense of humour.’
    There was a long silence, and then the voice spoke again. This time, though, it was definitely inside .
    â€˜Happy now?’ it said.
    â€˜Certainly not,’ Jane replied. ‘Go away.’
    â€˜I just did,’ replied the voice. ‘I went back to the office and I’m making myself a cup of tea. What the hell more do you want?’
    â€˜Don’t you dare make a cup of tea inside my head,’ Jane replied. ‘I won’t have it, understand?’
    â€˜What’ll you do, then, blow your nose?’
    Jane wriggled violently in her seat, trying to dislodge the doughnut. Inside her head, she could feel laughter.
    â€˜Stop that,’ she said, ‘you’ll give me a headache.’ The
walls of her skull stopped vibrating. As far as she could tell, the doughnut was still there.
    â€˜Who are you?’ she asked.
    Her brain hummed, and the message, when it came through, was wordless and vague; repellent, but attractive too. What remained of her defence mechanisms prompted her not to understand it.
    â€˜Very well,’ said the voice, audible inside her head once more. ‘Here’s three clues for you. Talk of me and I appear; the proverbial alternative to me is a lot of sea water; and, like your average cream bun, I have a tendency to take the hindmost. Or at least,’ the voice corrected itself, ‘those should help you identify our head of department. Actually, though, we’re more of a team. The cult of personality, though . . .’
    â€˜I see,’ said Jane, primly. ‘I’m afraid I’m going to have to insist that you leave.’
    â€˜You can’t insist unless you’ve got an or-else,’ replied the voice. ‘What’ll you do to me if you don’t?’
    â€˜I shall make the sign of the cross,’ Jane replied awkwardly. ‘So there.’
    The voice smiled - it was that sort of voice. It would have had a radio producer standing on his hands with pure joy.
    â€˜Can if you like,’ it replied. ‘Won’t do you the slightest bit of good, and I shall be bitterly offended. We have feelings, you know. All these spiritual stereotypes would be history in a truly enlightened society. But we’re used to it. We make allowances.’
    â€˜Can I get rid of you?’
    â€˜Not really,’ the voice replied. ‘I suppose you could get one of those portable stereo things with earphones and try and blast me out, but I’m not sure that that wouldn’t be counterproductive. I mean, I’m not vain, but which would you rather have banging about inside your head, me or Def Leppard?’

    Jane considered this. ‘Are you planning on staying long?’ she asked. ‘Because if you are, it might just be worth it. And there’s other things beside heavy metal that you can play loud, you know. I was on a train the other day with a man who was listening to Götterdämmerung on his Walkman. You could hear it buzzing away from the buffet car.’
    â€˜Threats,’ said the voice coldly, ‘are the last resort of the inadequate negotiator. Were you thinking of the Solti recording, by the way, because I prefer it, on balance, to the Karajan.’
    â€˜Why can’t I get rid of you?’ Jane demanded. ‘You’ll make me late for work.’
    â€˜You let me in,’ the voice replied. ‘You listened to temptation. ’
    â€˜Did