Fresh from the rustic charm of her recent home invasion, Mary-Alice returns to the scene of the crime, though not its time, and faces an altogether more challenging welcome - an armed antagonist with murder in his myopic eye.

Can she de-escalate the situation, using all her natural tact and diplomacy?

The broom, for once, is lost for words.

Mary-Alice’s worst trip ever plunges her deeper into the unknown - to her at least, and that’s all that counts.

She’s not in charge. She’s not even in the know, and both would have been unthinkable just moments before ... Moments? Or ... Look, ignore Time for a moment. It’s being weird.

And this place!

One moment ... hang on ... yes, that tracks, one moment she’s looking down on the unsophistication of an evening in the country, whichever one this is, and the next moment (yes) she’s hurled into a world of noise and terror, clonked on the head, and wakes among rustic, unabashed admirers.

But her Dark Companion shatters the moment just as she’s having it, and now there’s a crime scene to flee. Edmond Locard would have things to say about this moment, but his hasn’t arrived yet, and the point is moot.

Mary-Alice Cooper has always been a legend in her own mind, but this time the hat’s on backwards. Or sideways, at the very least.

It’s school holidays in Landfill, and Mary-Alice is being ignored by Sascha and Luca, who are hard at work on projects that have - oh my god! - nothing to do with her.

Well … Hell hath no fury like a not-friend scorned.

Riding high on a stolen invention, Mary-Alice makes just the kind of exit she could only dream of (in a really bad sleep), and an entrance she’ll be working on for a long, long time.

Will she ever get back to her adoring followers?

Join Mary-Alice Cooper, Landfill’s queen of drama, on a deeply offensive dive into the culture and traditions of a place she just can’t get away from.