We got there on a Friday evening and spent the time eating good food, drinking nice wine and fucking a few times before midnight. The next day we went...for a walk early Saturday afternoon. We got into a bit of a rough area of Plymouth, but it was okay. Suddenly, as we were passing a pub, Sarah stopped dead, looked at something in the window of the bar, caught hold of my hand and pulled me in through the door. She pointed to a table, said sit down, I’ll get us a drink, and walked up to the bar.. She left the others and walked over. Enfolding me in her arms she cried in a broken voice."Oh Richard. This is a terrible thing. Why could it happen to such nice people? You poor boy, you must be heartbroken."I suppose I should have been, but for the moment I was simply shocked. From Mrs. Johnson, Mrs. Wilkins and the Fireman I gathered what had happened. However the fire started it would appear that dad had got mum out of the house and went back to get William. He wasn't seen again. Mum was. Professor Perrine and his protégé, Sophie, were not the only persons to note the strangeness of the quartet’s dress and the oddities of their speech. Everyone knew non-University authorities often attended these festivals for reasons of their own.The group’s apparent disorientation and the striking beauty of Sandrine, even if she was not the strange sight in Oxford in the twenty-first century that she was in the seventeenth, made the four more noticeable perhaps than anyone might have thought.. We let ourselves in to the house and get settled. We unpack and each take a shower and freshen up. It’s about 7pm now and the sun is just about to set. It’s a warm evening, and I’m eager to show you the surroundings to the house. We walk through the wooded area around the house, leading onto a quiet, secluded beach. Hand in hand, we walk slowly along the beach, where the water laps up and over the sand next to us. I lead you by hand to the end of the beach. For a moment everything is quiet.