Beta Craig watched as his best friend returned to the bed gloomily, his face sore. His skin was pale, his mouth dropping, eyelids hanging and red stealing its way to the corner of his eyes. He looked terrible.

"I should call Gwen, you are unwell, Cowell," Beta Craig suggested as he moved to sit beside him.

King Cowell shook his head disapprovingly and signalled Craig with his hands to come nearer. Beta Craig did and sat down close to him, "There's nothing Gwen can do only to keep filling me ...