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“Oi you!”, said Fagin, as he shuffled across the playground towards the urchin. “Wot you doin’ round ‘ere?”. Little Jack paused, trembling because the odd man wasn’t whispering asides to her. “I don’t know you, sorry”, she said. “Wotchu mean?”, said Fagin, “you’re one of me urchins. I need you for robbin’ and other nefarious stuff.” Jack paused, looking quizzical (whilst making a mental note of the word ‘nefarious’ for mis-use later) and shook her head. “I don’t know wot you mean”, she said, “I snare people using the net”. “The net!? Nets is for catchin’ fish”, said the bedraggled ruffian. “No, I can use an ‘inter-net’ to catch out lots of folks, many to busy or middle-class to check the stories or timelines, and by the time anyone realises, I’ve changed chaoses and moved on”. Fagin looked intrigued. “Tell me, young ‘un, can you teach me this internetty thing?”. “Sure”, said the urchin, “but we’d better make it look like an abduction, to help feed the narrative later on”.