Sarah,

I understand that flutery may get me nowhere, but that you, however, are quite good at it.

I hope you were, indeed, being good on your night out at the pub and that the clock in the Epsom clock tower wasn't showing too late an hour by the time you came home. My elf has been scouting out the vacinity in that time, finding out that the race track isn't, by a long shot, the only piece of one-way travel in the area but is slowly getting his bearings nonetheless, ("The Lord Epsom what Epsom selves.", I think he said, but it may have been a bad connection) and will now be keeping a good eye on you, so smile sweetly.

As for your as yet unasked question, "Que?", Sarah?
Sarah, what will be will be.

And the stack of "What Will Be" grows ever higher.....