Altar

on the Internet?

Well, he doesn't want to see

it until it's fully restored

to the original state.

Many of those skills

are long gone, Miss...?

Hamilton. Meg.

And what do you know

about Yorkshire stone?

I know that if you try

and fix a bronze dial plate

by F. Baker and Sons to a

Mark Blanchard pedestal

using hydrated cement paste,

it'll probably corrode

in the next 3 years.

You need to use the old stuff,

lime mortar and a French

binding agent... if

you want it to last.

Mrs. Hamilton?

- Ow!

- Sorry, I'm doing laps!

- What the hell...

- Harper, can you...!

What is that horrible thing?

It's the fountain

that used to live

outside the back of the house.

And it won't be horrible

once you've cleaned it up.

No, mum. I've got books

to read for school.

- Mum?

- Mm-hmm.

- Oh, my God, Mum.

- What is it?

Wait, come see this.

What?

What is that?

I don't know. It's a flare

or reflection or something.

No, it looks like...

Is that a ghost?

Ooooh!

Knock twice if you can hear me.

Look, come on. Blow

it up on your screen.

- No, don't touch my...

- OK. Sorry.

- What do you want to look at?

- The picture.

There you go.

Wait, no, I don't

see anything.

How can it be there

and not here?

I don't know. Printer's screwed.

It's a rubbish printer.

Yeah, well, maybe it's

a different picture...

It's not. Look. It's

the only one I took.

See? Nothing there.

Come on, let's go

and get some lunch.

I'm starving, and you should be

doing differential calculus.

- Come on.

- OK.

It's nothing.

It's in your head.

- Mrs. Hamilton!

- Ohh!

Donnelly.

I knocked. Figured

you couldn't hear me.

Yeah, thanks for coming.

You did want me here at 4:00?

Yes, yeah, no... God, sorry.

I was miles away.

What have you found?

Well, I dunno.

I think it's a

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