Despite the terrible news of yesterday evening, life has to go on. Today we’re looking down in an area called Highgate. It has a large Victorian cemetery. Two large Victorian cemeteries, in fact. But it also has fantastic views out over London, the Millennium Wheel and the square mile. I might even be able to see the building where Ray will be working. We hope the ‘estate agents’ have the right sort of place for us. They call it ‘property’ over here, which makes it sound like something out of Charles Dickens.
Lisa seems almost happy now. That makes us suspect something is going on. She hasn’t left the house, though. She hasn’t really left her room. Perhaps she’s reading some of those creepy novels that we saw in there. You know her morbid tendencies. It’s possible that it has something to do with the deaths of Betty, Joey and Mary Jane. We would prefer not to think that.