Several apparitions and twenty minutes later, the group stood on the edge of a rocky cliff overlooking the English Channel. The Leroy Estates loomed in front of them, framed by a tense grey sky. The morning's torrential downpour had changed into a steady fine mist. While the water repellent charm still clung tightly to her clothing, her hair had begun to slip from her bun in stray damp curls around her face. 