Wensley gingerly fixed his glasses back on his face and looked up at the source of the voice. At first, she was obscured in a breathtakingly beautiful golden light, as if she was a goddess. After shaking his head to clear it, however, he realised it must have just been the rays of the sun coming through the enormous bay window behind her. How ridiculous, to have thought...

"I'm fine, thank you," he replied politely, scrambling to his feet and dusting himself off. "Could you possibly tell me what is going on here?"