The clatter of change opens the meeting. The Head of department stares. Copper coins and lint. NQT arrives, a nervous smile on her lips and tips out the yogurt pot she clutches tightly. The skitter of silver coins shimmers for a moment and the Head smiles before starting and glancing nervously toward the doorway. The corridor is dark, just the gentle tap tap of water from the pipe above pooling on cracked linoleum. The Head opens her mouth, her eyes quickly refocusing on the riches piled in a neat palmful on the desk. From outside comes a sudden clatter and she throws a tattered coat across the coins. Second moves quickly, a bundle of rags in his arms. He pauses, meeting two faces, expecting three. “Where's Sheila?” he asks. The Head and NQT glance down, bowing their heads. “Efficiency and Improvement meeting, yesterday.” Head mumbles, “We've been Improved… Efficiently.” There is a moment of respectful silence, their thoughts on the the now empty class...