“I sprinted the last few metres and, with bated breath, peered over Oscar’s shoulder. The object of his despair lay on the ground. It wasn’t Caicus. In fact, I didn’t know what it was. “How could he do this?” Oscar murmured. “Have you ever seen anything so horrible?” “No,” I agreed sympathetically. “What is it?” Oscar collapsed onto the ground and slung his arm over a deformed lump of metal. “The engine,” he grieved, wretchedly. It”