 In the eyes of the world, what we did with a kite, a child's toy, wasn't anything more than an accident. That must have been so frustrating. So frustrating that I went back to London and I went into hiding. You went into hiding? What do you mean? I wouldn't speak to the press. I wouldn't leave my flat. I wouldn't see anyone, except for my mother. My mother was glad to have me home. She was the only person on earth who understood me. Understood my... my trepidations.