mouse1982

Worlds Collide It was a cold, dreary Sunday afternoon in the county of Surrey as a steady rain fell from the grey skies.  Inside the large stately mansion, the halls were unusually quiet for such a day unfit to be outside.  The footsteps of the white-haired butler echoed down the corridor as he approached the chamber that housed the elaborate indoor pool.  In his hands, he carried a polished silver tray holding a tall glass and a cordless phone. The elegant room was deafly quiet as the reliable servant marched inside.   The architecture of the hall was magnificent, the floor and walls constructed out of stone.  With the thirty-foot ceiling