Once the room had been found (and accepted for what it was) and Mitchell had been given a thorough grounding in the locals not of the human variety, they were back out and through the maze of Soho.

"Sebastien said this place was here three hundred years ago," Jack said, conversationally. "Can't be too much to ask it lasted another hundred, can it?"

He was feeling the city out as he walked, trying to imagine himself here.