Rise Of The Immaterial Man

House

I had been expecting Sophia to direct me back to the pub where my Lab was located when we got back down into the undercity, but that wasn’t what happened at all.

In fact, we hadn’t gone back down into the undercity at all.

Sophia had led us back to my car and then punched in a postcode deep into the east of England, just north of Cambridge.

I’d realised pretty quickly that it was likely Newton’s actual magical Laboratory. No doubt he liked the area because he had studied at Cambridge back when he was still a mortal man. Not all Immateria seemed to divest themselves completely of the lives they used to lead, it seemed.

The drive from London to Cambridge took a couple of hours, and in that time I felt the thirst in my throat beginning to build further and further.

“I think I’m going to need to uh… drink… soon,” I said as we pulled into the location that Sophia had plugged into my car’s navigation. “I’m starting to feel the thirst grow in my throat.”

She glanced over at me, “Y