Bride of the Dullahan

THERE HAD TO BE A WAY, I TOLD MYSELF FIRMLY. THERE MUST BE SOMETHING THAT I COULD DO TO FREE MYSELF BEFORE OLIVER PLAYED OUT THE FINAL ACT OF HIS DARK DRAMA-BUT WHAT? THE CONFUSION IN MY MIND BEGAN TO SLOWLY TAKE SHAPE AND THE SHAPE IT ASSUMED WAS THAT OF HENRY SANDIFORD.