By the time he reaches his grandfather’s townhouse, Anon is so happy to get out of the car and stretch his legs that he’s tempted to take a little walk before he goes inside. But as soon as the driver pulls his luggage out of the trunk, he becomes aware that there’s a man in the bushes taking his picture with a DSLR. The driver laughs. “Fucking paparazzi.”

Anon shakes his head and walks up to the front gate. He knows his grandfather is the lead singer of the heavy metal band Blazing Forge, but it’s a band that was at its most popular in the 1970s, He’s surprised that the paparazzi still care. He sends a text to his grandfather and steps up to the front gate to wait for the old man to emerge. Instead, a beautiful young redhead in a peasant blouse and short black skirt emerges from the house, practically skipping to the gate to open it for him and hug him like a long-lost brother, saying in a thick Tennessee drawl. “You must be Anon. Ethan can’t wait to see you. I’m Jolene. Come on in.”

Anon follows Jolene into the house. He wonders what happened to Nigel, who was his grandfather’s personal assistant for Anon’s whole life.

Jolene leads Anon into his grandfather’s game room where Ethan, ever the consummate showman, is leaning against the bar, a glass of scotch in his hand. “Anon, mate! You made it. Welcome to London. I see you’ve met my new girlfriend, Jo.”