I'm woken by a vicious ringing sound. It's loud, piercing and shrill. It's still dark when I open my eyes. A quick glance at the alarm tells me that it's four fifty-seven in the morning.

Sh*t! I look around, half dazed, for the cause of the sound.

Georgia hides her head under the covers, muttering something about shutting the d*mn thing up.

It's my phone, I realise. Looking at the screen, I climb out of bed, pulling on clothes as I go.

"Yes?"

"We've got a ...