At two Malfoid is asleep and has been for three hours, and Mione has been holding still for three hours, and her arm has gone entirely numb.

MioneIf I get out of this bed the column stops. If I stay in it I am a woman holding her own arm still in a dark room at two in the morning.

PorterYou are not out of it. Nobody is out of it. Look at the ledger instead of the clock.

The column reads six hours. The bed is warm. Under the counterpane on the floor a candle has been quietly leaking wax onto the boards since ten.