Norm finds himself slouched in his seat, tenting his fingers in front of his face as he listens to Bran recount the lowdown for himself and Miyo.  "So the shite is hitting the proverbial fan," he comments.  "Although, given how the day's gone, I wouldn't be surprised at all if there was a literal fan somewhere and someone calling himself the King of Canterbury, or whatever, was shovelling actual shit into it.  So we have to go rescue a crazy bird who summons demons?  I've read enough of<em>Faust</em>to know that that<em>never</em>ends well."<br/><br/>He taps the cab driver on the shoulder.  "Can we stop by my flat on the way?  I feel the need to get something from home."