Humble fare

Without thinking, I thought myself down the communal garden, grabbed the laptop, and thought myself back into the kitchen. It really was as simple as a flash of will, visualising where I wanted to be.

It felt like the moment just after you've learnt to swim, or ride a bike, where you realise what you're doing is less about effort and concentration than about something your body seems to know how to do.

Right now, my body was telling me - in my rumbling stomach's case, loud and clear - that I was hungry. Very.

Scouring the fridge and cupboards, I found some oatcakes and plasticky supermarket cheese. Not great, but it would do.

My repetitive munching on this bland meal set my mind adrift.

Thinking about my recent trick, I was struck by the fact that the computer had travelled with me. And then I realised that the presence of the memory stick when I first tried it - plus the fact I was still fully clothed - meant that I could take things with me.

Anyway, I now knew that my escape from Mr Smith's office hadn't been my very first go at instantaneous travelling.

The first time had been when I escaped from the warehouse - shortly before I'd been found unconscious on Leith Links.



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