Sitting for a bit upon the abandoned bench, Daphne looked out across the almost empty park. The air was brisk for a mid-October London day so few peop...e braved the weather. She wondered if perhaps there was not another cold front moving into the area. What would she do then alone for hours in their quiet, empty flat? She thought about going back to work part-time. After all until Stella was born, she had had a successful banking career of her own. Of course that did not make much sense given. At the bar a few minutes later, Dave and Owen helped introduce everyone to Scarlett. Dave watched the reactions to the movie star more than the star herself. Everyone was very accepting, and held back on the more obvious questions. She’d met many of the Circle at the Halloween party, but couldn’t remember many of the names. Dave made a bet with himself that at the end of two weeks, she’d know everybody intimately. She was warm and outgoing, and obviously gave of herself as she inspired others. There was a large black box that could have been a coffin inthe hole with its lid lying beside it. "What do you suppose that held?"Isaac asked. "I have no idea," Matt replied. "Don't get to close to theedge." Almost on cue, the loose ground under Isaac's feet shifted and hetumbled into the hole, stopping roughly against the side of the box.Using it to get back to his feet he noticed a strange tingle on hischest."Well, while you're down there what do you see?" asked Matt. Along withthe tingling. From time to time, another Elder would visit the tutorial, some with comment and others without. Costin, who seemed to more important than Fane, was a weekly visitor who said nothing to Porter but directed many comments to Fane as if Porter was not worthy of the man’s words.Fane was merciless on the mats. If he did not like a posture, he corrected with a nip of Blue Flame that bit. When Porter’s execution was flawed, he suffered. When his defenses were poor, Fane would pound through the.