6:07 post-meridian.  At twilight on an unseasonably balmy night in October, strange and foreboding mists swirl around Olde Londontown.  The wreckage of "The Demeter" is thrown up and splayed on the rocks by a frightening storm, her splintered timbers cracking and groaning as the surf pounds mercilessly, a sad tattered petticoat cascading from an unclaimed steamer trunk, waving to curious passersby.  Denizens of Londinium, Londontown, and London, unable to resist the chance to see the Old City again, drift in slowly and visit their old "haunts."