"There has to be a reason," Ros said as they watched the werewolf bouncing on and off the pavement, landing in puddles as he did so. It was raining, and after an unsuccessful attempt to meet a contact, she and Adam were trudging back to the Grid through the evening gloom. Ros suspected that the contact, who hadn't been more than a 50/50 chance of turning up, had taken one look at the weather and decided against it.

"I think he's imagining he's Gene Kelly, and acting out one of his favourite scenes in the movie," Adam replied. "Do you want to lend him your umbrella to complete the scene?"

"No I do not!" Ros grumped. "Come on, you daft mutt, time to stop dancing and head on back!"

The werewolf shrugged, did his best impression of Don Lockwood walking away from the policeman, and headed off in the right direction.