The feeling that her dream from last night meant something was bugging Tonya
but had no idea how she would find that out. "Hello, earth to T! Do you want to go out with us? Nicky invited us
shopping and I'm dying to help a popstar spend his money recklessly." Megan
said flopping next to her on the bed. "I just want to watch him model tight leather trousers on. Did I say
that outloud?" Caz said and they all laughed. "I'm going to pass ladies. I'm just going to explore the city, soak in
the atmosphere. I've got deep thoughts to ponder." Caz sat on the other side of her,"Really. Could they pertain to a
certain blond sex God you were snogging last night? Or is it something even
deeper than that?" "Maybe. I'll have to get back to you on that but trust me, you'll be the
first to know. Have a great time." Tonya set out with no real particular
place in mind and just wandered, enjoying people watching and the beautiful day.
Her thoughts ran to Kian of course and how nice he had made this visit, alright
he was more than just nice. She tingled at the thought of his kiss and the
promise it held of taking them to another level of connection, sealing this
strange bond they had. Funny enough she ended up being where it all started, the
Tower. Since she didn't get a proper tour the first time she decided to take it
again and that feeling of anticipation grew. It truly fascinated her to hear of
the rich history this place held and it was a story of a near escape from it
that held her attention. It was a story of a lady and a guard attempting one of
the most daring flights ever and when she heard their names she got a chill. The
knowledge that they died for their efforts saddened her and it was strange, why
did that story make her want to cry? No visit to a museum would be complete without a trip to the gift shop and
she thought a little minature Tower would make a cute gift for Kian. Heading for
the register a book about Anne Boleyn caught her eye, maybe there might be a
small mention about Evelyn seeing she was friends with her. "Oh my God, I can't be seeing what I'm seeing." she thought
looking upon an artist's rendering of the Queen's final moments. Standing behind
her was....Tonya. Clutching the book to her she quickly bought it and the model,
a feeling of calm coming over her as she walked from the castle. It had all
become clear to her that no matter how illogical or insane it seemed, it wasn't
just a dream. She was Lady Evelyn and she had found John again.