#130090 - There was not a man in London who could satisfy her like Tiny Tim! Sophie's own home was a modest town house tucked away in a nearby alley and as soon as she was in she treated herself to a bowl of hot soup that had been bubbling up on the hob and decided to get an early night. No Spirit! Show me no more! I understand this is my path and I promise I shall do all within my power to take a different route! I implore you to take me back! She clutched at the black shroud enveloping the Spirit and to her revulsion she could feel the bones of the Spirit beneath the shroud -- just a skeleton without flesh! She closed her eyes and cried out, once again grasping at the Spirit which then seemed to take a different form. The room was small and humble, but clean.