Young Royal stopped me and wasn't happy with my common title, he admired my moto outfit because it matched his except for color. He immediately knighted me, got on his sports bike and drove off.
I am living with mother and very miserable, house looks like a giant basement and feels dark and cold. I start to notice a change then one of my paintings shows up as I am talking to a friend. I tell him that it's something I threw away long time ago and looks like someone found and saved it.
I woman came forward with more of my stuff, looks like she has been collecting everything I threw away and idolized it. I was flattered but at the same time cautious about her intentions. One thing stood out about here is that she had most of her face made of plastic and in order to talk she had to move part of lower face with her hand, either up or down or left to right.
