"The Houses of Parliament next," Seth said, looking at the itinerary that he had put together and saved to his phone for their day of sightseeing around England's capital city. "It's not all that far away from here. We could take a walk down there if you like?"

Ronda took a final photo of Buckingham Palace on her own phone and then put it into her jacket pocket. The picture wasn't anything special, given the fog that was still persistently hanging in the November air. "Well, we've got good weather for it," she griped sarcastically. "Could they make it any colder over here? Jesus Christ."

Seth had to laugh at his wife's discomfort. She was a California girl through and through, there was no doubt about that. At least there wasn't much chance of someone easily recognising her and deciding to come over and bother them, buried as she was beneath so many layers of clothing as well as an Adidas baseball cap. A pair of leather gloves completed the look, making her look more like a polar explorer than a tourist in London. Not overreacting anything like as much and not needing to be quite as weary of being spotted by someone, Seth had just gone for a thick coat and a black Beanie hat. If Adam hadn't been there with his camera, there would have been nothing to distinguish them from regular tourists, not that there were many of them around this morning. Apparently most people had the brains to visit England in the summer, when there was at least an outside chance of some nice weather.

Thea had opted out of joining them when she had seen the weather for herself because she had not been feeling particularly well and had worried that going out in the cold would make things worse. It wasn't a problem as far as she was concerned. After all, filming the documentary didn't require her to be ever present with Ronda as it did Adam. What was important was to film what Ronda was doing, not for Thea to be there to ask her questions all the time. Maggie was also absent from the day trip, having opted to spend her morning visiting the Tate Modern art gallery instead. If nothing else, it at least gave the future viewers of the documentary a chance to see Ronda and Seth spending time together, just the two of them.

"You're not thinking of moving over here then, babe?" Seth asked, still grinning as he took Ronda's hand and started to walk in what he knew was the direction of the Houses of Parliament.

"I like the country and the people," Ronda clarified, mindful of the fact that they were being filmed. No negative sound bytes were going to be found here. "It's just this weather. Can you imagine living somewhere this cold?"

"I don't mind it, to be honest," Seth said.

"Okay, tough guy," Ronda giggled. "Take that coat off, if you don't mind it."

"I said I don't mind it, not that I want to intentionally give myself pneumonia. Although that would mean some more time off, and you would have to stay home and nurse me."

"Yeah, because that would happen," Ronda quipped, looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

Seth just smiled. They walked along in silence for a few moments, simply enjoying each other's company. Their hectic schedules meant that they didn't get to spend the amount of time together that a lot of married couples enjoyed, so it was important to them to make the most of days like this. The next day would be something of a return to normal, with Seth heading up to Scotland to work a WWE house show and Ronda flying back to America to do some promotional work with Oakley, her other sponsors.

"Can we go find somewhere to get coffee and sit in the warm for a bit after we've been here?" Ronda asked him eventually.

"Sure we can, babe. It's a shame Maggie wasn't up for this, isn't it? We've got loads of cool places to see today."

"I think she just wanted to let us have a day together, honestly. You know how thoughtful she is. Plus she's got that art gallery to go to. Can you imagine her trying to trail me around there?"

Seth chuckled again. "Not really your thing is it?"

"Not at all," Ronda said, shaking her head. "I mean, I love looking at Maggie's art, it's really good. But that's different, you know? I wouldn't want to spend time looking at other people's stuff. Talk about boring."

Turning to look back at Adam, or rather at the camera, Seth said, "That's what I've always loved about her. The girl tells it like it is, no bullshit."

Laughing, Ronda stopped walking as she also turned back to face the camera. Adam stopped too and focused on her. "My husband says the most romantic things, doesn't he? He loves me because I don't talk bullshit, not because he thinks I'm hot or anything like that. Such a charmer."

At that moment the sound of jet engines made them all look up instinctively. Not so much because it was an unusual sound - in London it wasn't. What had attracted their attention was that this time the sound was distinctly different somehow. It sounded like the engines were not roaring like they would if they were at full power, yet they were a lot louder than they should have been. The sound seemed to be magnified by the tall buildings surrounding them. They soon saw why. The plane that was making the sound was a lot lower than any of the others, and a lot lower than it should have been. It was way too low. It cruised almost right overhead of the three onlookers, seemingly almost touching the roofs of the buildings on either side of the street.

Seth was the first one to process the fact that the reason the engines were at low power was because the plane, which he had recognised as a Boeing 747, wasn't trying to climb out over the city, it was actually descending. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed. The plane disappeared from view behind the building that they were standing next to. Only seconds later they heard people screaming, quickly followed by a deep boom. "Holy shit!" Seth exclaimed again, even louder. "It fucking went down!"

Feeling Ronda squeezing his hand tightly, he turned to look at her and saw that the colour had drained from her face. "It didn't seem like there was anything wrong with that plane," she said, sounding rather distant. Shock, he realised.

"You're right," Seth said, the realisation hitting him hard. What had just happened looked like it been no accident. There had been no smoke coming from the plane's engines, and there had been no damage to it's exterior. Someone had just crashed a 747 into the middle of London. Judging by the direction it had been heading in, he could make a good guess at the exact location, too. The Houses of Parliament were only a short distance away in that direction, only obscured from sight from where he and his wife were standing by the building in front of them. "Terrorists," he blurted out. "The Houses of Parliament."

"Bastards," Ronda mumbled, her voice cold as ice.

"We better get back to the hotel," Seth said. He took the first step, still holding her hand and trying to lead the way, but she pulled him back.

"No!" Ronda told her husband with a firmness that even he had rarely seen from her. "There are innocent people dying over there. We have to go and help, if we can. I'm not fucking running away from this. That's what those pieces of shit want people to do; run away, be afraid. No! We're going to help."

"They have emergency services..." Seth began to protest, but he didn't get any further because Ronda had already turned and started jogging down the street in the direction that they'd been heading in moments before. Knowing his wife, he knew that he wasn't going to be able to stop her. She was going to try and help the injured, and she was right, he decided. Maybe they could save a life that might otherwise be lost. "Alright, wait up," he called out, setting off after her.

Neither of them had even thought about Adam, who had caught the whole thing on film, and continued to do so as best he could as he tried to keep up with them. Whatever the hell was going on, it was his job to keep filming as much of it as possible. Not just for the documentary now, either, he realised. He might have been the only person who had gotten footage of the plane heading in. That footage would be required by the authorities to assist with the inevitable investigation.

Ronda waited for a moment for Seth to catch up to her after hearing him call out, then they jogged side by side, making their way towards what they were sure was going to be a horrifying scene. The first few panicked people appeared, running the opposite way up the street to get away from the devastation. Some were screaming, some crying, some just fleeing as fast as they could. From around the corner up ahead, another loud chorus of terrified screams went up, followed by an apocalyptic sound that could only have been one thing.

"That had to be a fucking building falling down," Seth said in horror. "Honey, wait. I'm serious now," he said, taking Ronda's arm and forcing her to stop. He looked her right in the eyes to make sure that she was listening to him and paying attention. "We don't know what's around that corner, and I'm not going to see you get hurt. We'll help if we can, but we're going to stay together, and we're not going to get ourselves hurt or killed. If it's too dangerous, we're staying away, okay?"

"Okay," Ronda nodded, squeezing his hand again. She had never seen a look like that in her husband's eyes before. He was absolutely not going to take no for an answer. This time things were going to be done his way because he wanted to be sure of the fact that he could keep her safe. She didn't think she had ever loved him more than she did at that moment. Those thoughts had to be set aside for now. People needed help.

Hand in hand, they walked towards the corner, threading their way through the ever growing tide of panic stricken people who were heading the opposite way, most of them now covered in some kind of thick dust. Neither Seth or Ronda noticed that Adam had caught them up and was continuing to film as best he could. The air was now as thick with the smell of burning jet fuel as it was with the sounds of people screaming, some in fear, some desperate for help. Countless numbers of sirens could be heard now too, coming from all directions as the emergency services began to spring into action. At the corner just up ahead, some people were standing, looking down the street with almost dumbstruck expressions on their faces. "They knocked the whole fucking thing down!" they heard one of them shout incredulously.

When they finally approached the corner, Ronda told herself to prepare for the worst. It was an impossible task. What her mind pictured fell a long way short of what she actually saw when she first set eyes on the destruction. Whoever had been piloting the plane had flown it into the corner of the Houses of Parliament, demolishing a large portion of the building and scattering debris all over the grounds and across the adjacent street as well, which was the street that she and Seth were standing on. Caused largely by the huge amount of jet fuel that the 747 had been carrying, a huge and intense fire raged in most of what was left of the seat of British government. The plane's huge tail fin had broken off and now lay on the ground in front of the building, still upright. It bore the distinctive logo of American Airlines.

That wasn't all, Seth saw. As if all of that wasn't bad enough, the giant clock tower which had been known around the world as Big Ben, one of the things that he'd wanted to see on the sightseeing tour that was now long forgotten about, was almost completely gone. Only the first few stories of its base now remained. The collapse that they had heard had been the rest of the tower toppling over sideways, smashing all across the street and through the buildings on the other side. It was beyond horrifying to even begin to contemplate how many people might have been killed. Neither Seth or Ronda could will themselves to move. The appalling scene in front of them had left them almost paralysed.

"My God," Seth breathed.