"You sure this was what he meant?" we four were standing in front of a mansion, no scratch a real-life palace, only this wasn't where our Queen Elizebeth lived, it was the evil lair of the devil reincarnate, Saint Charles. From the outside the place was all rainbows and sunshine, you would be forced to believe that a real-life Saint lives here, and grows happiness and lives off spreading them around.
"If the letter in his room was any indication this is the place, they are meant to be," we were not able to meet Chris because well he was not home and why he was not present was another reason I wish I would have killed him the first time I met him, he was no angel sweet caring drunk man, he was the person responsible for the swift delivery of small little children, from place to place.
