Inteachán stood in an empty kitchen. Steel pans and wicked-looking knives hung on the wall. Three huge ovens dominated the room.
As it was just before the start of the show the kitchen had closed down and Inteachán looked around.
A sign above a door marked ‘Backstage’ instructed people not to enter unless they had official business.
‘You couldn’t get much more official than saving the world from total destruction,’ Inteachán said to herself as she opened the door and closed it quietly behind her.