The usually calm, sophisticated, etiquette Vincent wildly dashed through that crowded manor like some madman on one last mission, weaving amongst throngs of people. They were unknowingly mingling, going about their friendly upper class charade, as if nothing catastrophic was about to happen; no, those things never happened in places like these. Into an even busier kitchen he delved, gathering courage for this cataclysmic moment, and dived amidst confused chefs towards fiery twin compartments, each heated red-hot. One loud, harmonious ‘ping’ brought forth two perfectly tanned slices. A sigh escaped him. Thank goodness, his most beloved toast had not burned.
