She is travelling to London.”Now completely awoken from sleep, Anatoly glances at his watch to see the time is 04:55 am. His mind is surprisingly ag...le at this time in the morning, but, of course it is the events that conspire to make it so.The assailants. Who might they be? There really is only one likely answer. Anatoly gets up, slipping out of bed without waking his sleeping wife (whose face is, of course, not decorated by a septum ring, nor are her nipples pierced). She is the brittle. The trio arrived at the Cathedral by 1.30 pm, the community mass was at 3.00 pm. Beth had a solo to prepare, Chas was required for a final run through of her bible reading and then choir rehearsal…though in the flurry of activity …she wouldn’t be missed…if she got lucky. Erica had general choir warm up later…but was skittish…frisky…she needed something to do…so tagged along early.Bernard was there of course in the vestibule, with two old ladies, who were fussing over flowers, Monsignor for some. She also hesitated for a moment before she got out. She was obviously reacting to the crowd, the unexpected crowd. But she took a deep breath and got out of the car. Roger advanced toward her. She had a big smile on her face for him. He was angry and scowling at her. “Fucking late, bitch!” he barked at her.It took the smile off her face and the wind out of her sails right away. Her face kind of screwed up in a look of really deep concern. “I’m so sorry; you see Ned was going out and I had. " Quanta, I know you are my friend, but I do not wish to put Kat in any danger. I know how upside down it is in South Africa today. If she is pregnant, as all of you seem to believe, I will not take any chances of her or the babies coming to any harm. I personally would love to visit the temple and talk to the monks, but taking Kat along in her condition is not something I want to think about. What I have witnessed today with my own eyes is unsettling enough, and not what I would have wished.