The space was nothing special, but he thought it was probably what they needed - familiar. It was like stepping into Crocker’s office at the ministry; panelled, book-shelf lined walls, a brass light fitting hanging from the ceiling emitting a warm yellow light, a silver filing cabinet in the corner, and two wooden chairs on wheels positioned in front of a huge, battered, oak desk. Whereas normally a worn leather chair would have been positioned behind the desk, instead there was a large blackboard - blank and ready to be used.