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One I found him in the garage on a Sunday afternoon. It was the day after we moved into Falconer Road. The winter was ending. Mum had said we'd be moving just in time for the spring. Nobody else was there. Just me. The others were inside the house with Doctor Death, worrying about the baby. He was lying there in the darkness behind the tea chests, in the dust and dirt. It was as if he'd been there forever. He was filthy and pale and dried out and 1 thought he was dead. I couldn't have been more wrong. I'd soon begin to see the truth about him, that there'd never been another creature Hke him in the world. We called it the garage because that's what the estate agent, Mr Stone, called it. It was more Hke a demolition site or a rubbish dump or Hke one of those ancient warehouses they keep pulling down at the quay. Stone led us down the garden, tugged the door open and shone his Httle torch into the gloom. We shoved our heads in at the doorway with him.