FINAL WEEK

[strangerpeople]

FINAL WEEK

[Well. What else can be said? The Little Courtesy is over. You have all survived. You are now going to your final destination-with invitations to boot. And Charlotte will be getting that private audience, as promised.

But it's not over. Everyone knows it. Confrontation is inevitable. The question is what, exactly, will happen when that confrontation happens-or if anyone will in fact be able to go with Charlotte when it happens. But you've gone this far. There's no turning back. There has to be a way.

Nothing has been certain, or simple. Whatever happens will be no different from the horrors of the Little Courtesy. Perhaps the saying might still hold. Will all be well? Will it?

It must. God help everyone if it isn't.

Seven is the Number, but there are nine strangers left in this place.]

Comments

[unwittingking]

Yes, it is my responsibility. What kind of person would I be if I had connections to celestial beings and didn't call them to help save a world?

[Answer: A completely terrible, awful person, in his own opinion.

That second statement does get him a little worried, though.]

How...how would it be too late?

[biddentodance]

If they're mortal, the kind that protects them.

[He isn't sure whether King means aliens or angels, but either way....anything that can die will. He sighs heavily.]

If time's passed without me... Was New Year's Eve. Were told, no matter what, we wouldn't live to see spring. But if even one day passed without me, then-- only a month.

And it's been seven since the Vespertine, now. Caleb's been trying to tell me it'll be alright, but....isn't even a sure way back.