A teenage girl with a rare medical condition seeks the help of a specialist doctor. The veil between reality and reverie evanesces as she sinks deeper into the clutches of an ethereal abyss.
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It is not long before the silver twin cab pulls up at the tall gate of Sunset Meadows. Lungile rolls down his window and punches the intercom. A high wall conceals everything but a paved driveway, bordered on either side by a thick hedge.
The intercom buzzes to life and a man's deep voice drones on the other end:
'Sunset Meadows, Dutoit speaking, how may I help you?'
'I am a guardian with five school kids from Lomagundi College. We have a reservation under the name, Victoria Badza.'
'One moment,' the voice says. After a few seconds, the voice continues, 'Very well, you may enter.'
Two armed guards appear at the gate. They step back and aside as the double gates swing open. Lungile moves the car slowly down the driveway which curves into the expansive yard. All in the car are dumbfounded upon seeing the majestic beauty of the vast manicured lawns, and the grand, triple-storey mansion.
Two men in white formal shirts, tailcoats and bow ties are standing at the main door to greet the visitors. When Lungile parks the vehicle, they approach and are ready to take the baggage indoors.
'A very good morning to you all,' the taller man says, rather mechanically. 'My name is Dutoit, welcome to Sunset Meadows. May I help with your bags?'
'You'll have to excuse my daughter,' Lungile teases, 'she packed for a nuclear holocaust.'
Everyone but the two butlers roars with laughter.
Dutoit leads the way into a spacious, marble floored hallway.
'Oh, you should see Bugsy's bags,' Baron laughs grabbing Bugsy by the strap of the satchel on his back.
The two boys do not enter the hallway.
'Back off, Barrie,' Bugsy retorts, 'You were not even supposed to come on this trip.'
'Neither one of us is doing A' Level History, Bugface!' Baron shoves Bugsy on the shoulder. 'You weren't supposed to come on this trip either!'
'I'm simply here to afford myself an opportunity to peruse some of the vast collection of encaustic paintings famous as part of Dr. Deans' collection. One of my options for organic chemistry is the applications of amorphous fusible flammable substances such as resin.'
'Whatever, nerd,' Baron jeers him; 'you're only here coz you have a crush on my girlfriend!'
'And you're only here because your mom is the vice principal!' Bugsy hits back.
Domina comes back to see what is holding the two boys up.
'Hey,' she asks, 'are you guys going to keep whining about who's the bigger idiot or are you going to come and check out this insane house?'
