Mr Rowne walked around the car and got into the driver’s seat, and without a word we sped off leaving the two henchmen behind. “Where are we going...” I snapped.“Don’t worry Destiny. Just back to mine” Rowne replied calmly.“I don’t want to…I just want to go back” I cried.“You’ve been missing for four weeks Destiny. Your going to come back to my place, your going to get a nice shower and a change of clothes and then I’m going to feed you a decent, hot meal. When your comfortable I’ll return you to. Under the watchful eye of the head cook, a nun in a blue robe, they peeled vegetables, washed dishes, wiped, cleaned and scrubbed. Any attempts at conversation were firmly squashed. In between their tasks, they were, at least, able to look about them. The kitchens were impressive, if primitive. The ovens were old-fashioned and made of cast iron, like the one Audrey remembered her grandmother having when she was a child. However, she couldn't work out what powered them. There was no smoke and no. ”They entered the kitchen.“Take your coat off,” John said, as he put the kettle to boil. “Tea or Coffee?”“Tea please.”She took off her sodden coat and it revealed that her sweater and slacks were also soaked through.“Look at you,” he said, concerned. “Come upstairs to the bathroom. I’ll find you a bathrobe and towels. We can dry your clothes in the tumble drier. Have a shower if you want, you look really cold. It’ll warm you up. Tracy left some shower gel and other stuff when she went.”He gave. "Welcome home, Master," she said, flatly. Not exactly the sort of welcome I was used to from her. She kept her eyes diverted to the floor. I offered her my hand and she took it. As I pulled her up to me, she turned her face, looking away from me. I took her chin and turned her face to mine and saw tears welling up in her otherwise happy, sparkling, blue eyes. "What's the matter, pet?" I asked her. "Oh, Master! It has been a perfectly horrible day today! The phone has been ringing off the hook.