Waiting alone in the room where Jacqueline had witnessed the apparition, with the remarkable rhythmic strumming of Howard’s guitar wafting in from outside, the still-proud Princess thought once more of Senator St. John, the only man she had ever really loved. He was now, according to Brother Michael, a prisoner in the very castle he had once owned.
   At long last came a flurry of activity, and she shut her eyes tight for one moment of silent prayer. He was here! “Without you I am nothing, my dewy, doll-faced delight!” he stated .
   It was then that the band began to play, and as the glow of renewed love gradually overcame her mounting desire for dinner, she realized that it was now only a matter of time before they would be feeding off of each other's precious bodily secretions.