Morgana's mobile buzzes with a text message on her way back from her IR course. It's from Gwen, and it reads: "new revolutions video diary! oh my god come home right now"

So she does, because how can you say no to a text like that? Halfway home, Morgana gets another text: "im halfway thru writing a bradley colin fic, would u beta it"

Morgana texts back, "i thought u dont do rpf"

The reply: "darling you just have to see this new diary"

She smiles. This sounds promising.