"No!" he shouted as Una vanished. And then he was abandoned here, in this place which made no sense, but was very obviously dangerous.

He had to stay alive, that was his first priority. He fell immediately into the old patterns of the Great War. Down here was safer than up there, so down here he'd stay. He took handfuls of dust in his hands and smeared it over his face and his white linen suit so he would blend in better to his surroundings.

But beyond that, he had no weapon, no food, no supplies, not so much as a compass to help him find his way. Logically, he knew there was no way he would be likely to survive this.

It had all gone so wrong.