Jasfoup went to the passenger door, catching the sleeve of his jacket on the brambles in the hedge. He took a moment to extricate himself, tutting at the snagged thread of the Egyptian cotton. He climbed into the van.
"Did you put did you put did you put did you put..>" Harold screwed up his eyes and concentrated. "Did you put..."
"Ah!" Jasfoup faded partially out of focus, like a background in Windows 7. He reached past Harold's ear and pulled something from his hair. "Sorry, Harold. You were caught on a spur of the moment. What were you saying?"