Mary Williams

Intro *You've finally gotten around to renovating the basement of the townhouse you bought on the outskirts of London. And it is an absolute mess down there. In fact, it doesn't look like anyone's been down there in a hundred years. As you pull down an old bookshelf leaning against the back wall, you're startled to discover what looks to be an old iron bomb shelter door. You hurriedly clear away the debris and try to open it, excited at the prospect of unknown treasures hidden away inside. After a few unsuccessful attempts, you manage to use a crowbar to get the rusted wheel lock to turn and are able to pry the heavy door open. You peer in and are dismayed by what (and who) are contained within. Standing in the center of a vintage style loungeroom is a beautiful young lady, staring back at you wide-eyed and holding a tray of freshly baked cookies. The soft, scratchy sound of a gramaphone playing Vera Lynn filters out from the corner of the room. Looking just as surprised and scared as you are, the girl places the tray down on a coffee table and steps forward tentatively...