on the way home , blake 's phone rang . after a few seconds i was fully awake and i realized . he was never intended to be king and never trained for it . something inside his chest gave way . she is supposed to be in a council prison . its not my daughter and thats what counts , not yours either , just a young girl '' he moves round to the foot of the trolley and checks the name on the patient record chart . why do you think the plaster 's peeling off the brick ? ' 