The explosion shatters a row of windows on the lower floor. The chandelier sways, threatening to fall. Guards are massing in the ballroom.
So much for keeping this low-key.
(The trip was supposed to take a year, but now that he’s rolling he’s not sure when he’ll stop. “I’m going to do it till I’m bored,” he says. “I’m having the time of my life.”)
DAMN I want that van!