A second crew arrives to help.
We work through our protocols.
After every aspect has been played out – almost an hour in this case - we review the facts, and decide to stop.
‘What time have you got?’ says Rae.
Suddenly there’s a frantic whirring and popping noise from behind us up on the wall – a cuckoo clock. A little door just below the roof of it swings aside, and a crazy-looking wooden bird crashes out. It hoo-hoos the hour, jerking its body up and down, flapping its wings in time to the striking of a bell inside. The moment eleven has been counted, the bird disappears back inside - and the little door slams shut.