Meanwhile, back in York, Harry was rolling around in his new bed. There wasn't much sleep only disbelief. His door opened a crack, a young blond girl stood in the crack. She opened it up some more.
"Harry, I'm worried."
"What's wrong, Beatrice?" the groggy prince said.
"I can't find dad anywhere, he told me I could always come to him."
"I saw Uncle Andrew leave, he muttered something about going to Buckingham."
"What if his limo crashes like Uncle Charles' and Aunt Diana's." a tear entered Harry's with the sounding of those names. He glanced at Beatrice, "if it comes as any comfort to you, you can spend the night in my bed, beside me." She sat at the foot of the bed.
"Thank you." Princess Beatrice laid back on top of the sheets, she wrapped her arms around Harry like he was a teddy bear.
"I didn't mean for you to get that close."
Meanwhile, at Buckingham, Andrew sat back down at the Mahogany table with his father. Prince Philip laughed.
"So, you think that Harry will MacBeth his brother, that is the most obserd thing I have heard in years." Prince Andrew took a sip of his coffee.
"Well, under severe psychological stress people can do anything."
"But there is some limitations."
A tall, blond lady interupted the two men. "Sorry, Prince Andrew, there is a telephone call you might be interested in." Andrew nodded.
"Go, on."
"It's Cardinal O'Conner from New York, He is taking a personal interest in Harry." She took a breath as she clutched a cordless phone in her hand. "He says these days a lot of attention will be paid to King William that Prince Harry will become the forgotten son. He offered to mentor Harry."
This was Andrew's oppertunity, he had found a person to give Harry guidance. He looked up at the lady.
"Tell him that we are coming to visit him, and, oh, yes, prep the pilots for a flight to JFK."