Episode 8 The day had started Full of weather, Then later there was Climate to deal with. Each hour seemed to bring with it Some other meteorological event. This wasn't what was wanted. We needed clues not clouds. We needed facts not clowns. The Department has a surplus Of both clouds and clowns. We were in the throws Of a full blown, Fact famine. We were in the market for Both fast food And fast facts. The Chief was ravenous, My Partner ravenous, Little Luck ravenous. I was just plain nervous. We needed to locate the missing middle. Up on the top floor There were people who saw The competence of The Department Being put in doubt. Lord Lieberschtruch had faced Probing questions in the House. He didn't like sharing Breakfast with newsmen, Well not in his kitchenette anyway. As we all know, it's not only Water which flows down. I reviewed what we had. In a Box to the left a Beginning, Repented by a letter B. In a Box to the right an Ending, Represented by letter E. There was no Box in the middle, We couldn't find it. There was simply a letter M. This represents Middle. In summary again, Not much. We did however have the package Containing the mysterious 7 minutes. And the following cypher. P is arrival. R is lifespan. (This is the Anfilovian Varicule) A is continuum of consciousness. T is the decent to oblivious existence. S is the sanctity of departure. For a while I had an inkling that Little Luck Had been working on a theory of his own. He had listed on his application An interest in Amateur Quantum Mechanics. I understood this to be something connected To Thermodynamics and Theoretical Physics. I knew I needed to challenge him And insist he share his thinking, And anything he had by way of A solution to our, And therefore the Departments problem. I needed to get the full picture And fast. I opened the drawing room, And sketched a filling cabinet Then having placed the objects Into the bottom draw, I Withdrew And closed the drawing room. Little Luck was later to relate his theory. This fascinating approach Could yet lead us to the missing middle. . . To be continued. . . (c) 2018 Christopher Thompson.