Dylan: That’s not nice. He’s with us.

Steve: Yeah… Sorry.

They look around examining the faces of the ones looking towards them. More are awake but remain kneeling or lying down, a confused look on their faces as they wake up. But they seem completely disorganised, not like a swarm at all. No structure, no ranks of drones like before.

Suddenly one or two of them start to cry, a sob at first but then a groaning wail as the fear and uncertainty of their surroundings takes hold. Steve’s mind begins to process what is happening.

Dylan: What’s going on?

Steve: I was wondering about this. I looked into Happy’s eyes a few