<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/antonio_magro_17ockmq-17ocktl.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Robin Thatcher<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Lady Windsor's former rooms<br/><strong>With:</strong>Vivienne, Cromwell<br/><strong>When:</strong>half past four<br/><strong>What:</strong>a thought<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Finally Cromwell moved for the door, the panel had been closed and there was no sign as to where it was actually located. When Cromwell left the room, Robin slowed his pace. “Do you want me to finish?” He knew the woman was close, and it had to be suddenly clear that he was not part of the group that was just there.<br/><br/>“I can explain, but not here..” He said as he actually leaned over and kissed Vivienne. “You deserve that much, you have been wonderful for the nasty bit that this has been.”