‘She said his name was Jefferson.'
Wendy and Justin walked back to the place where they spend the night. ‘Jefferson... hmmmm, do you suppose she remembered his name
just as well as she did mine?' Justin was smiling a bit, but stopped smiling
because it was kind of an inappropriate thing to do, while talking about the
person who murdered someone's parents.

He quickly changed the subject:
‘What was it she said your names were? Wendy Elisabeth, eh...' He opened the file
and read, ‘Victoria Emma Kenmare, wow.'

‘Yeah, that's quite a name, isn't
it?' Wendy said.

‘Quite a name for quite a lady,'
Justin answered with a blush.

Wendy smiled and looked in front
of her. ‘This is a good place to read the file, don't you think?' They sat down
under a bush. The leaves weren't very thick, so they were able to sit the
sunshine a bit. Wendy suddenly started to laugh.

‘I'm glad I had the opportunity to
see Mrs. Jones. She won't haunt my dreams anymore, that's for sure. The years
obviously haven't been gentle to her, I've never seen anybody looking so
fragile. She's pathetic actually, I mean, she's all alone, living in a ruinous
thing like that!'

‘Yeah, what goes around, comes
around.' Justin said.

‘I guess so, but I guess I kind of
feel sorry for her. She'll die soon, and I guess she's really sorry...' Wendy
said, while opening the file, but she closed it again when Justin started to
talk. ‘So... what are you going to do now? Knowing you are a Prin...' Sssst Justin!
I'm NOT a princess, perhaps I was.. one day, but I'm plain old Wendy Elisabeth!
Please don't treat me any differently than you've ever done before. I'd rather
not tell anyone but Nanny, Arthur and Nicodemus, okay?' Wendy said in a very
determent way. ‘Okay, promise... but em... would you have told me... if I weren't
here I mean.'

Wendy looked at him and smiled,
‘Yes, Justin, I would have told you,' and she softly stroke his neck fur. He
turned red like a tomato and quickly turned his head around. ‘Are we still
going to have our little adventure up in St. Paul's Cathedral tonight?'

‘Yeah sure! But there are also
some other places I would like to show you before we go home to the Rosebush in
good old USA.'

‘Good old USA? Go home to the
Rosebush? Wendy are you running a fever or something?'

‘A fever? No, I feel better than I
have ever felt in my entire life! Mrs. Jones is only a memory and I've learned
something today. I've learned that the Rosebush is indeed my home, not England
and not Ireland either.'

‘I'm proud of you, you know that?
And I'm so glad you feel that way. And... to tell you the truth...I'm glad you took
the wrong plane back then...'

She smiled at him with sparkling
eyes. ‘Thank you Justin, I really appreciate you saying that. I'm also kind of
glad I took the wrong plane, otherwise I would have never .. met you.'

Justin smiled at her and gently
touched her chin, ‘I'm also glad I met you, very glad.'

He leaned forward towards her
and...'Hello, hello! Oh, I really do hope I didn't interrupt anything or
something.' It was Mitzy, the squirrel, again.

Justin slapped his hands in front
of his face and muttered something like; ‘why, why, why, why, why, why, why did
we ever help you...'

Wendy grinned and looked at
Justin's covered face, then she looked at Mitzy who sadly inspected her fluffy
tail. ‘Mitzy, how are you this afternoon?' Wendy quickly asked when she saw the
defeated impression on Mitzy's face.

‘I'm fine, very fine miss...I have
been playing with my brothers and sisters this morning and I've told my entire
family about you and that you saved my life and, and that I told you that I'd
always be there if you needed a favor and...' Mitzy! Don't forget to breath!'
Justin quickly shouted. The little squirrel took a deep breath, ‘I'm sorry to
interrupt, but we didn't exactly save your life. You could have gotten out
yourself! We don't need any favors, we would have done it for everyone.' Wendy
said, hoping she'd leave now.

‘Well, that's what I wanted to
talk to you about, miss... My mother said I wasn't at all allowed to do favors
because I'm actually still very young, so...'

Wendy smiled, ‘Dear, don't you
worry about that, we can take care of our own, besides, we'll be leaving soon.'

‘Oh, okay! Well thank you again,
also from my mother, father, twenty-four brothers, twenty-one sisters, my
uncles, my aunties, my.. ‘

‘Alright, alright, alright we got
the message Mitzy! You are very welcome, now you promise you'll take care of
yourself, okay?' Justin said, who was obviously developing some sort of
migraine because of the entire list.

Mitzy jumped off, said bye-bye a
couple of hundred times, waved for about half an hour and took off into a tree.

Justin took a deep breath and
smiled at Wendy. ‘If she ever interrupts our... eh, conversation again, I'll
ignore her, I really will.'

‘I don't suppose she will anymore,
at least not today.' She grinned.

‘You'd better be right. Cause if
she will return I'll personally tickle you so long that you'll beg me for
mercy, Miss Royal Highness, now let's read that file of yours.' Justin said and
he pointed at the file. Wendy gave him a teasing glance and re-opened the file
again. They both started reading the first page.

‘Personal file, child number 001,
Wendy Elisabeth Victoria Emma Kenmare.'

‘I'm amazed! She got your name
right straight away!' Justin said in a teasing way.

Wendy grinned and said: ‘Well, I
guess I would have killed her if she didn't, I've spend my entire childhood
with that woman.'

‘Wendy Elisabeth Kenmare, born 4th of March 1979, Dublin, Ireland.
Parents William Anthony Kenmare and Victoria Dorothy Welsh. Siblings: none.

Brought
in by Antoinette ‘Antoinette? That's a beautiful name for a freak like
her.' (that was Justin) Jones when she was
three months of age.

Reason
for adoption: Parents are murdered by opponent, royal palace burned down.

Treatment:
Special, she's the child of the King and Queen of Ireland.

‘Yeah right, special treatment
indeed!' Wendy added to the text in the file. And that was about all the text
in the file. Wendy turned over the first page and to her surprised she noticed
something falling out of the file. ‘Justin look! It's a picture!' It was indeed
a picture. It was and old picture, but still in a good state. In the picture
were a very good-looking man and a very beautiful lady. The lady held a baby on
her lap. The lady was a Wendy look-a-like, but older and very beautifully
dressed. Wendy turned the picture around and saw the names of her parents and
her own name. ‘That's... that's me.' Wendy stumbled, and she pointed at the baby.
‘Aw, you look so cute, and you look so much like your mother.' Justin said.

‘They are so... nice-looking, don't
you think?' Wendy asked to Justin.

‘They really do... they sure do.'
Justin said, and he put his arm around Wendy. He felt really sad for a moment.
Seeing the picture made him think about his own parents and siblings. Would
they still be alive? Would they have missed him? He sadly stared in front of
him. Wendy noticed Justin's sad impression, and she put an arm around him, too.
They sat like that for a moment, without speaking...

After a few moments they looked at
each other and smiled. They where kind of stuck in the same situation. They
decided to enjoy the rest of the day in the park until it was late enough to
visit St. Paul's. This was the perfect opportunity to have a very large lunch
(which they kept in a secret place) and sleep a bit.

Justin woke up when the sun had
disappeared. Wendy was still sound asleep and she was lying next to him. This
was his chance. He leaned over and gently kissed her lips. He sat up again with
a huge smile on his face. He had kissed her! He knew for sure that if they
would ever have a relationship, he'd kiss her twenty-four hours a day, seven
days a week. He decided to wake her up. They had a full program planned for
that evening. ‘Wake up sleepy-rat,' Justin said, as he gently shook her
shoulder. Wendy opened her eyes. ‘Is it morning already?' She asked.

‘No, it's evening already. And we
are going to St. Paul's, remember?'

‘Ahhh' Wendy softly moaned ‘I wish
you had forgotten about St. Paul's' but she sat up anyway. Justin ignored her
remark. ‘Do you already know how we can get to St. Paul's? Will we take a
site-seeing bus again?'

‘Nope, we'll take the underground.
We'll take it from Lancaster Gate, which is near here, to St. Paul's.' Wendy
said casually.

‘You have everything figured out,
haven't you. You amaze me, really you do. How long have you been away... ten
years? How is it possible that somebody remembers all this?'

‘It's a gift.' She said and she
gave Justin a smile and a wink.

‘So there they went, all packed,
into the darkness, to visit the ghosts of St. Paul's Cathedral.' Justin said
with a ghostly voice. ‘Justin, what are you doing?'

‘I'm making a horror movie.' He
laughed. ‘Stop laughing, or I'll tell the ghosts of St. Paul's to go after
you!' Wendy threatened, but she was also grinning.

‘Ah, Lancaster Gate, we're here, I
can't wait!' Justin said and he carefully looked around if there weren't any
humans around. There weren't any, so they ran down the stairs towards the
underground. Once down there, they stood in a large hall, with a dark tunnel at
the end of it. There were orange chairs coming out of the wall and there were
only a few people around. ‘It's really quiet in here, do you suppose it's too
late for the underground to ride?' Justin wondered. There were indeed only a
few humans down there, but they weren't at all paying attention to the two
traveling rats. They were either reading a newspaper or all lost in music
coming from silly round machine they call disc-man, but doesn't at all look
like a man.

 ‘Don't worry, Justin. The underground rides
day and night.' Wendy said, and suddenly the dark tunnel was filled with noise
and lights. ‘What on earth is that?' Justin asked, with a slight sense of panic
in his voice. ‘That my friend, is our ride to St. Paul's.'

The underground stopped and the
doors opened. There were three humans getting out of it and the humans who had
been waiting for it stepped in. So did Wendy and Justin.

The light in the underground was a
little too bright for Justin, so he winked his eyes a couple of times to get
used to it. ‘Bright isn't it?' Wendy said, and she gave Justin a teasing smile.

‘We'll be out in no time. It's
only eight stops.' She continued.

Apart from the very bright light,
the ride was smooth and there were no problems at all. After about fifteen
minutes they arrived at St. Paul's. They got off the underground and carefully
looked around. Again there weren't a lot of humans around, and even if they
were, they weren't paying any attention to their surroundings. They took the
escalator upstairs and stood in the open air again. St. Paul's cathedral was
huge! Justin wasn't able to see the chapel at all from where he was standing.
He knew it was there, he saw it from the site-seeing bus. The cathedral was
deserted, like Wendy had predicted. Now they had to figure out a way to get in.
‘So, how can we get in?' Justin asked.

‘Um...shall we give the door a try?'
Wendy said, and they both stared at a solid wooden door which was FAR too big
for a herd of rats to handle, let alone two. ‘Any ideas?' Wendy asked, and she
added: ‘You wanted to get inside St. Paul's so... you have the honors to figure
out how.' Justin looked at her and said: ‘Gee thanks Wendy. Then I'll give YOU
the honors to give ME a hand.'

They both walked around the
cathedral to see if there were cracks in the wall. Justin found something even
better, a small opening in a barred window, which probably lead to the
basement. ‘Wendy, Mr. Genius here has found a way into the deep, dark dungeons
of St. Paul's Cathedral.' Justin said proudly.

‘Well done Mr. Genius, but I would
have preferred an opening somewhat more decent, for I am the Princess of Ireland.'

‘Technically speaking, you're the
Queen of Ireland.' Justin said and he deeply bowed.

‘Even better... so how do you
suppose I should get down there without making my fur all dirty, Mr. Captain of
the Guard?'

‘I fear, my dear Royal Highness,
that you don't have a choice.' Justin said and he started to grin a bit.

‘Then, I suppose I don't have a
choice, and I shall follow you into the deep, dark dungeons of St. Paul's
Cathedral.'

‘It would be a pleasure to wipe
off all the dirt on you fur, your Majesty,' Justin said and they both climbed
down to the basement of St. Paul's.

The opening in the window didn't
exactly lead to a dark dungeon, but to a large room filled with statues, crypts
and old flags. It was a museum. ‘Wow, look at that! A statue of Napoleon, and
here a grave! Hmm, let me see, Christopher Wren, architect of St. Paul's
Cathedral. Gosh, this man designed this place!' Wendy said.

‘And here's a grave of The Duke of
Wellington. I've heard about this man before, and over here Admiral Lord Nelson.
Oh, I know him, I guess his statue is on Trafalgar Square!' Wendy continued,
and they both read all the names on the graves.

‘Let's go upstairs!' Justin said
and he pointed at the stairway. They both went upstairs and came in the actual
church. ‘Wow, this really IS impressive.' Wendy said as she looked around and
above her. In the center of the church they were able to have a good look into
the chapel which was right above them. ‘Wow, this is huge! I want to go all the
way up!' Justin said and he started to walk on to the other side of the church.
They found a monument of the second World War. It was a book which was open but
safely kept under glass. They climbed onto the glass which protected the book
and started to read the names. The names belonged to soldiers who fell during
the war. Wendy read the inscription next to the book. It said that the pages
were turned every day in memory of those who had been killed. ‘That's so...
beautiful.' She said, and she joined Justin in reading the names. Today the pages
belonged to soldiers who's family names started with ‘J.'  ‘Hmm, M. Jackson... As in Michael Jackson?'
Justin asked smiling, and Wendy also started to laugh. ‘Perhaps his
great-grand-father.' Wendy answered and they moved on to the stairs which lead
to the Whispering Gallery. During the climb up, Justin started to count the
stairs. ‘257, 258, 259... there! 259 stairs to get to the Whispering Gallery.' He
said while catching his breath.

‘Brilliant.' Wendy said, while
rubbing her painful legs. For some reason she suddenly felt nervous. So this
was the Whispering Gallery, which is supposed to be loaded with ghosts. A cold
shiver went over her back, but she didn't want Justin to notice it. ‘I'm going
to explore the Whispering Gallery for a bit!' Justin said and he made a dash
towards the other side of the round chapel.

Wendy stayed behind, hoping Justin
would return quickly. She wasn't going to run after him looking like a complete
fool, so she stood closely to the wall. The distance between him and her was
huge, but she was able to hear everything he said perfectly clear. ‘Wow, this
is absolutely awesome!' She heard Justin say, as well as she would have if he
were standing next to her. ‘Justin, can you hear me?' She said. ‘Yes, I ...can,
how... how's that possible?' Justin replied. ‘Wow! Wicked!' Wendy shouted, and
she tried again, now whispering, ‘Can you still here me?'

‘Yeah, wow... now I understand why
it's called the Whispering Gallery! It has nothing to do with ghosts!' Justin
said, also in a whisper.

He stood closely to the wall and
whispered in the most soft way he could: ‘Wendy, I love you with all my heart.'
Then he added in a normal voice, ‘I wonder if she heard that.'

‘Heard what?' Wendy asked, who
clearly didn't hear Justin's first line.

‘Oh... eh, nothing, I was just
trying something out. Do you have any breath left to climb higher?' He asked.
‘Yes, as you know I'm in great shape.' She said laughing, ‘Yeah right, perhaps
in my previous life I were.' She added.

‘Aw Wendy, it's not bad at all.'
Justin said, although he knew she wasn't at all into sports.

They climbed the stairs again,
this time 119, who lead to the Gallery of Stone. This Gallery wasn't very
impressive so they decided to climb further, again 152 stairs to the Golden
Gallery. When the climbed the final stairs up to the Golden Gallery, they could
clearly feel the wind in their fur. ‘We're outside!' Justin said when he
arrived upstairs. ‘We are?' Wendy asked when she arrived a few moments later,
panting for breath. ‘Yeah, come and see!' Justin said and he took her hand.
Through the openings of the Gallery they were able to see London, from above!
It was a magnificent view which made the both of them speechless for a while.
‘Tell me, what do I see.' Justin softly said.

‘Um... well, over there you can see
the River Thames and The Tower Bridge... gosh I never realized it was so
beautiful from up here, look at those lights! Oh, and there! The houses of
Parliament and the Big Ben! Oh, wow... gosh, I missed him!'

She pulled Justin's arm and dashed
to the other side of the gallery. ‘Look! Hide Park! And Kensington Palace!
There's Piccadilly Circus and New Oxford Street! Can you see that brightly lit
building? That's Harrods, the most exclusive shop in London, perhaps even the
most exclusive in entire Europe!' Wendy's eyes sparkled as she saw all the
building she once used to only see from the ground and now from the top of St.
Paul's Cathedral. Justin could clearly see why she loved this city so much, for
he also started to love it. And her. Gosh how he started to love her. But he
couldn't tell her. What if he'd put their friendship at risk! He was already
very grateful for that. They stood on top of the St. Paul's for a long time,
until it was getting colder. When they finally made it downstairs they were
tired but very happy and satisfied. Their stay in London was far better then
they both had hoped for.

‘Would you like to see the Big Ben
up close? I... I kind of love that building, and I'd like to say good-bye before
we leave.' Wendy said with a small blush. Who on earth ever loved a building so
much she wanted to say good-bye to it? She felt rather stupid again.

‘Yes! Of course! I cannot wait to
see the love of your life.' Justin said. Wendy suddenly felt a lot better.
‘Well, at least the first love of my life.' She said and smiled at Justin, who
developed a small blush again.

‘So, will we travel by underground
again?' He asked. ‘Yeah, we will, we'll take the underground from St. Paul's to
Holborn. Then we have to get out of the metro and take another one to Westminster.'
She said. So off they went to Big Ben.