Alek walked along the corridors, listening to Bovril chattering away in Russian; Alek had just finished a tedious supper with the Clanker boffin, who, rather than listening to Alek, chose to have a heated argument with the former captain of the ship Tesla had fed to the fighting bears. He wished he could go into the middy’s mess and have an adventure with Dylan-no Deryn- But, alas this was not the case; for Alek had, and he was quite proud of himself, discovered her secret. Unfortunately this had led to him being punched in the stomach by her and the resulting fight leaving him with just Tesla and Bovril for company. Of course neither of these were terribly excellent companions. Alek missed Deryn more than he cared to admit. Not that he could even if he wanted to; Count Volger would scorn, Tesla would call him mad, and Bovril, well, the best comfort the creature could offer was speaking in Deryn’s soothing Scottish lilt, which usually did nothing more than make him miss him best friend even more.
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