Tony turns away from the noodle stand to see someone else rifling around in their pockets – and coming up similarly empty-handed. Or mystery-biscuit-handed, as the case may be.

Well, at least that pretty definitively proves that it's the Dreaming, rather than an unusually skilled and cheeky pickpocket. Tony smiles wryly.

"Okay, this may be mean, but I feel a little better that it's not just me."