‘I know what I saw.’

Private Investigator Tommy Stanton had initially been glad of the job -five grand to find out who had been spying on Bernice Gomurhangle. Easy money, he thought. Before he met her in person.

‘An giant orb?’ he asked.

‘Yes’, she explained, ‘most of the time it hides behind the clouds, but I know it’s watching.’

‘And someone is using it to spy on you?’

‘Not someone. It. It’s alive. Can you find out what it wants?’

‘The sun?’

‘Call it what you want, but I’m gonna need more information than that if you want to get paid.‘