Johnny backed away.

'I'm sure the hours'11 just fly by.'

'Right.'

'So ... cheerio, then.'

'Right.'

'Mr Grimm?' Johnny wanted to say: you can leave any time you want. But there seemed to be no point.

'Right.'

Johnny watched for a while, and then turned and walked away. The other three were waiting for him by the phone box.

'Was he there?' said Yo-less.

'Yes.'

'What's he doing now?'

'Watching television,' said Johnny.

'I expect ghosts do that a lot,' said Wobbler.

' 'Spect so.'

'You all right?'

'Just thinking about the difference between heaven and hell.'

'That doesn't sound like "all right" to me.'

Johnny blinked. And looked around at the world.

It was, not to put too fine a point on it, won- derful. Which wasn't the same as nice. It wasn't even the same as good. But it was full of... stuff. You'd never get to the end of it. It was always springing new things on you...

'Yeah,' he said. 'All right. What shall we do now?'