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Nigel Hanan is sweaty, shirtless, dressed in a pair of battered jeans and a pair of heavy toed shoes that look as old as he is. He's been up out of his grave for hours now, energetically beating the crap out of his precious house. It's looking much better  - it actually resembles a house now! But he's slowly getting Annoyed with the concept of doing it all himself - was he crazy or something? Don't answer that.

But he hears a welcome distraction coming his way, and he turns towards the road, plasters a huge grin on his face, and waits for his Princess.