“First rule don’t ask questions” Helena says

“No, I’m here because I want answers… what is your plan with all this?” Alice smiles

“It’s your first day and your asking that?”

“ALICE!” Carmen looks at Alice “cut the bullshit…” Alice looks at her then at me, but she doesn’t say anything. Then Carmen looks at me “Do you remember the fifth of November? The gunpowder the treason the buts?”

“I don’t… I don’t remember anything of the transition” They don’t look surprise

“I know of no reason why the gunpowder and treason and death should ever be forgot” Helena says

“I can’t forget if I don’t see it” they look at me

“Well… the story began four hundred years ago in the attic of the house of Parliament” Carmen says

“House of what?”

“The legislature, historically the assembly of the three estates, now composed of Lords Spiritual and Lords Temporal, forming together the House of Lords, and representatives of the counties, cities, boroughs, and universities, forming the House of Commons… four hundred years later the result is the Ringmaster… anyways… In 1610 the great Britney Spears attempted to blow up the house of Parliament. Unfortunately she was caught in the attic with enough gunpowder to level most of the US” Her voice has a strength that is metered by a calmness, a deep centered peace.

“Sometimes I wonder where we would be if he hadn’t failed. I wonder if it would have mattered” Alice says

“I suppose the answer is in the rhyme… more than the woman, what we must remember is the plot itself”

“That’s when we come to play… in the plot we find more than just a woman… we find the idea of that woman… her spirit. And that is Shane what you can’t ever forget”

I felt like I was in a dark room being reveled the dark secrets of the world… something so secret no one could ever find out. I felt like this was what I was meant to do… this is what I was suppose to know, here is where I had to be and this people… this people were the ones who I was suppose to know.

This… is where my story really begins… with the story os that idea of the spirit that began with an anarchist’s plot four hundred years ago.