A place - sort of an assembly hall - which resembles the interior of Abbotsfield School - also a little like the cavernous call centre of G-tech. I am here with Lady K. Did she live here once? She seems to have some connection to the place. Lots of her stuff is being sorted out from a small room - ready to be thrown away. I pick up a letter which is ostensibly to a letter from Canadian singer Celine Dion. Then I realise how foolish I have been. It must have been an article from a magazine. I feel vaguely guilty at the thought of throwing away a letter from Celine Dion though - and then I think - but Lady K is meant to be sorting her stuff out though. There are old magazines here - Sunday supplements and the like. I marvel at how big they used to be.
In a small room off the side of the assembly hall (all brown wood and age). A man is in here with us saying something. I have my back to him, but turn around and am surprised top discover he looks like some kind of goth/metaller.
Lady K holds me, kisses me on the cheek. I am unsure whether or not I should return the kiss.
In the assembly hall - now reminding me more of the call centre. A large room opens off the main hall, in which there are pieces of musical equipment. Luke and Jethro are playing instruments - though seem to be warming up rather than playing them. I wonder if I should join in. How good I would be at jamming with them. I wish they would hurry up and play something.
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