Feng flew into Heathrow to spend a couple of days shopping in northern Europe. He was staying in his investment flat in Golden Lane, which he’d bought several years before and which lay empty for most of the year. He just had the odd night in the place when he was holidaying in London. After a hard day at Harrods, Feng returned to Golden Lane to get a good night’s sleep. However when he reached the spot where the luxury apartment block had stood when he’d left in the morning there was nothing there. He starred slack jawed into empty space…. there was no more Denizen, not even a trace or shadow of a ghost home….