Getting to his feet made Gabriel's body ache, and once on his feet he had a quiet moment of panic as he realised he didn't know where to step. The caravan wasn't big and he kept it tidy, but it was one thing to see how far away the other side was and another to appear to have a yawning nothingness in front of him.

The archangel couldn't help but put a hand out, groping blindly for the other side even with Malcolm's guidance. He knocked his knee on the counter-side, grit his teeth and breathing heavily through his nose. Then he fumbled for the wardrobe, hands sliding over the front until he found the panel and swung it down. He misjudged the distance, caught his hand between the edge of the panel and the counter, and strangled a yelp of pain, carefully easing his hand out and clutching it to his chest.

All of a sudden the caravan, which had seemed just about the right size, seemed once again to be far too small.

"There," he said, indicating the top of the desk. The map there looked like an ordinary plastic one covering the whole of the city, but if Malcolm looked closely he'd see that it was electronic, that the white background glowed faintly. "Tap a place to zoom in."