Tadhg glared. “It’s not helium, you fool, it’s heroi—” “No, no, it is helium,” I quickly interjected, giving Tadhg a pleading look. “Remember?” “Oh, yeah,” Tadhg agreed, cringing. “That’s right.” “And he’s really tired,” I added, sagging in relief. “So he’s having a big rest.” “Yes.” Tadhg forced a smile. “From minding us.” “Yeah, but he doesn’t have to do that anymore,” Ollie replied innocently. “Dellie does it now.” He smiled brightly. “And John.”

