Tim Bisley

As soon as Daisy suggests drinks, Tim knows exactly where he wants to go. Because it's either that, or he's completely mad, and imagined the same thing more than once.

He doesn't bother putting on his coat to leave. It's not just that it's starting to warm up, but if this works, there will be no outside to be going out into. He opens the door to the hall, and... nothing. Tim closes it and opens it again. And nothing again. He tries it one more time, and one more time, nothing out of the ordinary happens.

"Oh, come on," he complains.