the empire of carbon

Meanwhile, a clueless shapeshifting prime minister time travels to 19th century, in search of her empire of coal and smoke but only finds ruins and flat conversions. No body quite knows what she is and what she wants to do… she empty. Totally. Empty is probably not the right word as it may suggest it had may have had content in the past. This thing here was always an empty vessel rattling down the cobbled streets of the British Fantasia for reasons unknown…