’ Fear and panic gripped Alli’s mind and body. This was all too real for the young teenage girl. It was more like something she would have seen in...a movie, never thinking she would be in the middle of some gun battle. Her emotions were getting the best of her as she sobbed and cried, shaking her head at Mikhail’s adamant stance that he was going to leave her. She couldn’t be left alone. Not like this. Not here. The sound of a painful and agonizing scream filled the hall, reaching their ears. 00 a.m. and yet you didn't arrive down for breakfast until almost ten. Why was that?" We... I overslept." We?" Everyone knows. It's no secret. I spent the night in Stanley Copely's bed but what that has to do with poor Roger's death, I don't know." We think it may have, Miss Stavely. What time did the you and he finally get to sleep?" I guess it must have been about three-thirty." Three-thirty in the morning? Very late, Miss Stavely. So you both overslept?" Well Stan woke me a bit after eight. Was her husband Josh in bed asleep when she got home? Didn’t the smell of her cause questions? Finally she spilled the beans, and it was a big can of beans!So one day she told me she was going to spend the night and tell me everything. It was a weekday and we were both working the next day. I asked how she got a weeknight out of the house; she told me all would be revealed through the night. We finished up work early so we could get back to my hotel and enjoy the night instead of a usual. The tour would ‘top off’ their education before those sons transitioned into the serious day job—maintaining their families’ position at the top of society.This story offers a kind of 21st century alternative, ‘urban capsule’ tour—much narrower in scope, a small part of one city, & a much reduced range of experiences, but with a key component retained!Main Story Commences—5 Years later …. Summer, LondonVanessa Brocklehurst-Spencer, 23, was the eldest daughter of Richard & Caroline. Her father.