Even though she was Boris’ constant companion Missy rarely got to be within shouting distance of the other two Monks Marcel and James.
They had their own minders who were as protective of them as Boris was of David. It didn’t help that David was often doing paperwork or on the computer doing some sort of business while the other two tended to enjoy each others company.
Always singing or reading.
When even a few metres away Missy felt a great sense of calm wash over her, even more so that the stone was nestled in her bag.
Something she had seemed to forgotten she had and something it seemed Boris never seemed to know was missing.
Inside Missy’s bag the Epiphany stone was setting up it’s finale of it’s rock opera.
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