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will say is that she is an actress, probably not recognisable outside of the United Kingdom. As a person who values privacy, I can only empathise with the vulnerability this would cause. The evening was peculiar and its time and sequence were always difficult to account for. I remember only outstanding facets, one of them being when my queuing in the line of cloaked people was finally over. I was briskly ushered over to a sectioned off square in the floor where I finally came into contact with my old friend and mentor Gideon. Although I expected him to be there and had seen him recently, it felt emotional. It felt as though I would see him for the very last time and had to bid him farewell. He was dressed like I and everyone else in the hall was and this seemed to emphasise the occasion and its significance. I only recognised him when I looked closer into his hood and it occurred to me what a vital member he must have been of what appeared to be staff. Iremember feeling sad as we hugged like it would be the last time we met. It still baffles me how this elusive stranger had rapidly became an integral part of my life in a such a considerably short time and here I was, heartbroken to see him go. It wasn’t as if this scene was even the centre of attention because a buzz of activity went on everywhere, a process involving others queuing the same way as I had and being seen or registered much like the process of an immigration office. I could not detect similar emotion in their quarters that existed in mine. Much conversation took place between me and the old man but I only remember hearing my voice quaver. I can vaguely remember his responses where he repeatedly reassured me, “You deserve to know. Your time has to come.” Whatever he meant didn’t convince me, nor could I accept it was his time to depart and I pleaded with him to stay. If this was a dream, it must at least have been premonition as that was the last I would ever see of the man named Gideon. Time had lapsed again and the next thing I knew I was standing in yet another quarter with three other cloaked figures. I was no longer emotional and didn’t feel the same kinship with these beings. They were quite different to many of the other human-like entities in the hall and I suspect they carried out different functions. My impression was that the seemingly human cloaked beings like Gideon who allowed their faces to be seen acted as the kinder ushers and usherettes of the occasion while the shorter shrouded beings might have been the masters. They seemed more efficient but not as sincere as the human-like ones. Their dress was for an occasion that clearly 68