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A thick grey wet blanket...
Out of which materializes the moisture splattered hood of a large AUSTIN.
Elizabeth, inside, determinedly glances out.
The vehicle noses thru a pea-soup fog. The York’s HOUSE DETECTIVE is walking a few feet in front of the car, finding the way.
After a moment, the House Detective signals the driver to stop. Elizabeth peers out the window.
POV - in the gloom the least attractive and most ill- maintained of the Georgian terraced houses.
Elizabeth looks disappointed and dubious. She gets out of the car. Instructing the House Detective to wait outside, she enters the building.