Always a day or two behind the Vagabonds, Whitney drove into the car park of the Plough. This time, however, he had got ahead of them. He had heard, through his usual sources, that they would be visiting this place for the festivities. He parked his VW camper van and made himself at home. He would need to ready if they were to welcome him into their fold. Claudia sat quietly next to him holding his hand. She rarely spoke, but when she did, he listened like his life depended on it. He owed everything to her, that he was sure of. She smiled and held his hand tightly. It is going to be alright, he taught. It was little over 6 hours before, who he believed to be, the Vagabonds arrived.<br/><br/>Then he saw her, Cath Brookes was her name, or at least that was who he thought she was. From the description he had been given, it had to be her, he thought. He started to rise from his sit, but Claudia grabbed his arm. She turned to him and said “not yet, she will find you when the time is right”. Relaxing back in his chair he smiled…<br/><br/>While he waited for that all important introduction, he filled up his time with investigating local entertainment and customs. Drinking, dancing and generally testing the waters regarding the local talent until he almost forgot why he came to this little city.<br/><br/>He was in his camper when it all started to get more interesting. There was a commotion outside and his curiosity got the better of him. This time Claudia didn’t stop him. She followed him out and grabbed his hand tightly. By the time he could understand what was going on, the commotion seemed to die down. He could see that one of the Vagabonds was ushering some of the innocence to safety and Cath was heading away from a woman who she had clearly been in deep conversation with, up until a few moments ago. She was clearly of some importance to Cath, he thought, but he could tell that a more pressing situation had become more important. So he stood there and waited. Ever the patient and composed man.<br/>