It's late in the evening and Frank is confering with Daphne his confidant. His gruff East London dialect betraying his birthplace. A birthplace of character in London's gangland. It's a story. Evening Daphne I’m writing my bit for the LID OFF THE BOX website. Ere you go, I’ll test out what I’m planning to say with you. Ere goes nothing… ​ Ello Everybody We have an emergency situation. An Ultra Secret, vitally important project that needs your 'elp. So listen up and don't tell anyone about it, it's a secret... Brrr Brrr… ​ What's that Sir Nick? I can't tell em. It's TOP SECRET to DREAMTRYB Special Agents... Well goodness me this is a Dog's Breakfast. So I can't tell em about our Mission here in the North American Continent to free this Inner NICKSTIR of Nicky Slater we've been pursuing. I can’t tell em about our goal of releasing FIG to change the world and the fact he may be the chosen one to do that. etc.. And the fact we've been hacked by FIAH and have no money and need elp and this is the final battle. I mean if I could tell em they might chip in. God knows we need elp here with the boys coming in and that reporter Dizzy Talent sniffing around. She is lovely. No. Well OK Boss. I won't say a thing until they're inside and on board. I hear you - There’s always a way. Chin up and on we go as my Great Auntie used to say.