"Ummmmm." It comforts her to hear his voice, and to know he hears hers. She loves her foster-parents, but there's no one like her Papa Cyril. She thinks as she pulls her clothes over her head.

"The bathtub is stinky," she decides on at last. "The bathtub is stinky, the bathtub is stinky and ugly..."

A halt in the proceedings as the performer pulls on a clean shift.