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“Hobtala Echbasaca! Misery’s Personal Entertainer! The Bringer of Chaos and Sorrow! The Director of Torment! Hated by Heaven. Traitor to Allmanity. Wanted dead by Hell! Sought by all, caught by none! [laughs sinisterly] I had to turn back to my true form before I lost my commonsense. If only they knew the truth. If only their eyes could see through the veil of lies: ME, haha!”

“Huh?!” the manly voice blasts out in a surprised manner. “That’s something you start off a conversation with! I’m Benson Wheeler, the head dispatcher of the Guardians Intelligence Bureau (GIB). I’m the one who gives you your missions and aids you remotely on things you need to know.” Wheeler said in a professional but appalled tone. “You’re not really good at your job. You didn’t help me at all during the mission.” “The signal was jammed, Guardian.” “But you work for the intelligence bureau. Shouldn’t you have thought of something crafty that could’ve aided me?” she asked curiously. “I don’t know how to respond to that question.” Wheeler said in an appalled manner, not knowing how this conversation reached this point of bewilderment. “That’s not an intelligent response. And, I still have no clue on who you are.”

“And the feel of the Park itself was most strange and interesting - what I noticed most was its separateness; it seemed to be smiling and amiable, but somehow aloof from the miles and miles of London all around. At first I thought this was because it belonged to an older London - Victorian, eighteenth century, earlier than that. And then, as I watched the sheep peacefully nibbling the grass, it came to me that Hyde Park has never belonged to any London - that it has always been, in spirit, a stretch of the countryside; and that it thus links the Londons of all periods together most magically - by remaining forever unchanged at the heart of the ever-changing town.”

“The summer sun was sinking through the trees in the [ark, looking as if -lets not mince words. Hyde Park is stunning. Everything about it is stunning except for the rubbish on Monday mornings. Even the ducks are stunning. Anyone who can go through Hyde Park on a summer's evening and not feel moved by it is probably going through in an ambulance with the sheet pulled over his face.”