I am leaving. The rest of the court bar myself, Andrew and a few others with a strong sense of self preservation, are attacking the Sabbat at Welwyn Garden tonight. I am not.

I have another sighting of my sire. He is definitly (as definately as anything in this world) in Rochester. Andrew and I leave tonight.

It is a coincidence that we are both leaving. I only found out when one of the court (I cannot remember who) mentioned overhearing a phone conversation between Andrew and an estate agent closing a deal of somekind. By all accounts Andrew also feels that here is getting to hot and the wisest thing is to move on.

I have left Luke with my mobile number and returned the key to his flat. I also left him a note explaining where I have gone and thanking him for all of his help especially on my first arrival here. I shall not forget him. I have also left him my ghoul for safe keeping. I intend to return for him once I have settled down. It is quite amazing how attatched one can get to a mere mortal even if he is a very good director.

Andrew is here. His car certainly does not look very big from up here. I hope all my stuff shall fit. Ferdi is coming too but luckily he does not take up much room.

I shall get in contact with Luke soon to see how many survived the Wall Hall exhibition. Hopefully the court was not totally decimated otherwise I fear there shall be nothing to return to. Hopefully I won't need to return though. New life, here I come.