The room in Westminster had changed a lot in the time since the skirmish.

Oscar and Hayley weren’t alive anymore, for one.

Emerald had grown tired of their incessant whining and had simply snapped one day.

Their deaths were mercifully quick and painless, and everyone in the room sighed with relief.

The cleaners did a quick job of tidying up the blood and guts, and soon everyone was sitting in their usual spots.

The other thing that had changed was that the ...