I didn't expect to see you here on time! Especially given how you were hooked on to the just-concluded Football World Cup. I see you still have some of that war paint …” Sir Pheroze chided his friend. Leftover revelry was visible on her face, courtesy the English team’s colours that she had sported for the third-place match, which ended on a sweet note. “The lads made up for the semifinal loss,” she grinned.

But this midnight stroll had a far more important agenda. The duo decided to have a dekko of the dome after this newspaper had broken the news in its July 10 edition, of the unfortunate seepage. This was after torrential rains had lashed the city for nearly a week. “I was aghast as I read about it. Gargoyle and his friends had realised something was amiss. To their horror, the mid-day reportage confirmed those fears,” Sir PM sighed.