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Just after nine-thirty, Pip and Jack set out to walk the two blocks to Carlton Gardens and the Imax Theatre. It was a mild night, with typical autumn weather, although knowing Melbourne a shower could happen at any moment thought Pip. She was originally from Sydney and like many Sydneysiders loved to criticise Melbourne’s changeable weather.

As they turned into busy Rathdowne Street, Jack began checking over his shoulder, taking Joel’s advice seriously about not being followed. It seemed all clear to him—although I’m not an expert in these things—reflected Jack.

They saw the huge lettering advising them they were approaching the Melbourne Museum and Imax Theatre. Nearby sat the illuminated heritage style Royal Exhibition Building, towering into the night sky with ghostly white shadows. The open concourse between the two buildings was surprisingly busy, with lots of people chatting in groups, bike riders whizzing past, someone busking badly and some skateboarders trying out their latest tricks. Jack and Pip mingled among