there's a very good chance this will be cut [on the grounds of "doesn't fit"] but it needed to fly
Ray had no intention to disappoint Fraser. He knew something was really weird with the Consulate. It had an aura; an impossible aura, like it only meant sense if you were dreaming or flying. Ray had done a lot of flying, he’d been undercover, and undercover you need to fly or you would never join the flock. His recent sleepover made things even weirder, he was repeatedly bundled from room to room, the tea smelled like sour grapefruit and mothballs, the television defied conscious thought, and, for some strange reason, he was required to wear Turnbull’s underwear.