Smith took the apple, buffed it on his sleeve, and grinned at his reflection in it. ‘Why an apple?’

‘I had a dream. I have strange dreams. I had to give it to you. So you’d remember.’

Smith took a bite and munched thoughtfully. ‘An apple a day… saves nine. No, that’s not right. What was it that I was supposed to remember?’

‘A stitch in time? Keeps the doctor away?’ Timothy suggested smiling.