Cameras go quiet, buzzing of the light-bulbs instantly becomes silent as the nonchalant chief director and his lap hound of a camera-man jointly leave the scene for the well deserved morning cupcakes and tea.
We are led through the castle by excitedly pitched, yet mellowly muffled voices, all the way down the ancient cobwebbed corridor of doom, footsteps crackling in an echo because dum-dum you forgot to lay off your step dance shoes. Step dance. - Really.
A small, Lemon scented candle's light shines in, we see various people, engaged in a cheery conversation - and a box, laid with chains, thumping up and down. Then suddenly ...
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