His relaxation was interrupted several times until he was finally led into the interview room. The image of the boy was hard to shake, but he did what he could to relax and stay calm. He thought he was hallucinating when he saw the old English Bobby pacing. It had been a long time since he had seen such a person and that was in books, he taught. His focus was brought back in the present by another man who asked him a series of questions.<br/><br/>He could hear “We can offer you a lawyer sir, and you have the right to remain silent…but off the record…it does not look good.” After a pause the man continued “The travellers you seemed to have joined….” Again another pause “We just need a few names and you are free to go…Sir…everything off the record.” The man seemed to need something from Whitney. For a time, Whitney just stared into space but eventually composed himself and responded. “I’m just an innocent traveller myself visiting the festivities. I’m not a member of any group… I’m a loner… just ask these travellers you speak of.” He paused to catch his breath. “I am sure they won’t know me from Adam.” Composing himself further he continued. “I would of course help you if I could as I haven’t broken a law in my entire life. So I do not think a lawyer will be necessary. I thank you for the offer of course.” He smiled at the policeman and could feel in his heart that he freedom would be forthcoming.<br/>