FINAL INVESTIGATION

[The day has arrived.

Everyone notices the difference when the rats begin to run around, their manner of dress slowly morphing from oil-stained to black-tie in a matter of hours. They notice it when their invitations are shoved under their doors, with a note requesting them to pack everything-and everyone, animals included-in preparation for their debarkation. And to dress formally. Their arrival is expected-and imminent.

It's not long before the Strangers notice something off about the windows. They seem to shimmer, waver, before suddenly, the light changes. They are still stained glass, and the light from outside is somewhat obscured.

But it appears, somehow, the barrier is gone. And outside, the massive complex appears. It looks like a massive gated community, fitted on space rockets. Dozens upon dozens of different buildings just the four main mansions, all Victorian, each large enough to rival any World's Fair building. Each are different colors, as well, and it is towards the white building that the train begins to dock at a large yard. Several other trains are or have offloaded their passengers as the Eventide finally stops.

And from the bridge the Conductor appears at last, dressed for the occasion.. She looks at everyone, inspecting them.]

Don't worry. Your items will be off loaded by the servants. Your rooms will be ready in a few hours.

[She looks at Charlotte.]

While you do have the dispensation, the people here do not yet know this and may attempt to not allow your leave for that once the Eventide has been refueled. I will let the Butler know of this when we get off.

So. Welcome to Perdurance.

Shall we?

[With that, the doors open to massive, Romanesque arches made of marble. Mint and magenta ribbons tied to statues of an idealized Victoria flutter from their necks; the servants who come to take your luggage and animals wear her livery of gold and black as they bow their heads respectfully to you, even as the rats scurry to try and sneak in without being caught. It is clear you are to be guests of Her Enduring Majesty-and, Charlotte aside at least, you are not intended to leave any time soon.

Welcome to your new home, Strangers.

Welcome to the eternal party.]




[There are nine strangers left to enjoy it.]