It had been the quietest night I can remember. We have an observer with us and I, perhaps rashly, pray that something will happen on this shift to give our observer an idea of how ‘everything works together for good’. At 3.40 a.m. everyone is calmly dispersing and I am in the process of telling the prayer pastors that we are coming in when I notice a young woman perched on a window ledge and being supported by a man. I tell the prayer pastors I’ll just check on this lady and get back to them…

The woman is being fed chips in curry sauce by a passer-by but keeps falling deeply asleep for short periods. It soon becomes apparent that she has taken prescribed sedatives- and probably alcohol too. The usual sobering-up routine isn’t working and, with the unquantifiable complication of medication, we call an ambulance. Aware that this could take some time and, with increasing difficulty in keeping the woman from falling off the ledge, the team ease her onto the pavement to put her in the recovery position. And RECOVER she does – immediately! Presumably the cold concrete has something to do with it, but she leaps to her feet shouting ‘What is going on?’ She stands down her own ambulance – and as she runs across the Octagon we have to agree that she no longer needs one. We are a bit late in at 4.20am but our astonished observer has witnessed the ‘unexplained rapid recovery’ that had been mentioned in testimonies at the start of the night