Tim Key

So that needs a bit of work.

I hear the gate clatter.

I then try and look out the window to see him, but I never do see him again.

And then I make my way back to bed, but obviously that's done.

I can't, it's 4.35.

Then I'm sort of, I mean, I didn't think of it at the time, but really it's the perfect start to the what did you do yesterday preparations.

No, don't be worried.

He sounded, I mean, well, what do you think?

You're the hosts.

What was this guy up to?

I had him more down as a sort of, you know, like a Frankenstein figure, you know, where he finds that blind guy.

It's an unambitious dream to kill a poet.

Well, I probably have got like a poem about someone called Martin, but it's amazing to track the poet down.

And also, he's not called Martin.

He wants to find someone called Martin.

He wants to find Martin.

But good luck finding Martin when the only person living in three, as far as I know, is Gavin.

We go back to bed, but we don't go back to sleep.

We can't.

We're thinking about Martin's Pursuer.