"Whurf," says the heeler, or something like that, and sets off at a trot down the hallways. In all honesty he really only understood two words of that- go home- but who's ever passed up the opportunity to look like a wonder dog?

Home, as it happens, is room 101. Ellen may very well be the only Milliways patron conversant with English-language anti-Communist literature of the twentieth century who is not creeped out by living in room 101.