Oh, Katie mused, it's Natalie, the reporter. "Where in God's creation are we?" The reporter exclaimed loudly at no one in particular in a scratchy, Brooklyn accent. "Well. . ." started Katie. "Is this that GreyFriar place?" the reporter interrupted. "Yes, ma'am," Oats confirmed. "Well, it's about time. I've been driving for ages, and these roads are appalling! I'll need all your names," the reporter demanded, producing a notepad and a pencil as if from nowhere. "Let's start with you, young lady," she continued as she walked over to Katie.
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