Mark came to tell her that Anne was alright and that he had just swallowed a lot of water. Layla nodded, having taken off her soaking clothes and wearing a shirt and trousers she had borrowed from Roy.

"Where is Alfred?" she asked Mark.

"In his cabin," Mark replied.

Layla strode purposefully down the corridor, her face set. Mark watched her go, his eyes intrigued.

She threw open Alfred's door without knocking. Alfred had put on dry trousers and was just about to put on another shirt. He looked round in surprised annoyance, which changed to stunned astonishment when he saw her.

"Layla, what on earth...?" he began.

"I have...