A massive ballroom with a list of who's who in the English upper echelon scattered about all chatting, sipping on free champagne and nibbling on an assortment of fancy snacks, all confused as to why they were all gathering....one person says "I bet it's an update on....you know"...another...."I'm all giddy"...another..."it can't be more bad news surely.....Charlie excitedly nudging Wilhelm "this is it old boy....."


Wilhelm (the man being held on the roof) chats with his smaller friend (who was dropped off the roof) "say, Charlie, do you have any...well..." Charlie replies "Willie my good man, let's first hear what your uncle has to say before we get merry..." Just as the king taps on a microphone and the sound echoes throughout the room which has now gone silent...


The king clears his throat "as was made public last week my health has taken a turn for the worse....it's only in these last 24 hours that it has been made clear that I may not live out the month" everyone gasps and low voices take over the room, the king taps again..."but it's not all gloomy skies as it is with great pleasure that I welcome back from his humanitarian duties....my son..." Wilhelm shouts out "FUCK!!" Everybody stares at him instantly..."erm erm this bloody...erm..." Turning around lost and confused looking at the floor...The king taps again and everyone faces the front where Amnesia is now stood, looking fresh as hell, a great difference from as he would usually look. The room all gasp again as Amnesia takes in the adoration of the crowd...Wilhelm stood in a panic looks around the room to see that everyone is staring at him, paranoia? Now clearly distressed he grabs Charlie by the arm "come on let's get the fuck out of here" and storms towards the exit at the back.