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Delia glanced at Neal, then smiled reassuringly at Anna.

"Well...there aren't any animals around. Or anything else. So, I think for now, you're ok. Just in case, though, let's go back inside. We...can figure it out more in the morning, when it is easier for everyone to see. Alright?"

Neal nodded in agreement to Delia's plan and headed back inside the Mansion. The Darkling paused slightly to allow the two women to pass inside before him... which also allowed for last look around this strange new moonlit world they were in.

"Ah, there you are!" Mr. Quigley Earnest Dint turned to greet the rest of the party. "This old mansion is rather lonesome in the dark."

She stood as still as a statue, mesmerized by the light; darkness and safety were at her back. She wanted to run both ways at once.

"Don't be shy, Milady. You're safe with me."

Just focus on Earnest.

She lifted a hoof to take a step forward, but when she set it down again, it was no longer a hoof.

A shimmering cloud of smoke suddenly appeared around her. When it cleared, she had vanished.

Mr. Quigley Earnest Dint sighed. "Perhaps she retreated to the conservatory."

"So if there is horrible death, it'll be unexpected horrible death. My sister says that's preferable, but I'm not sure I agree. I don't think the three people in my apartment building that got eaten by mechadirewolves last week were happy that they weren't expecting fanged death when it happened," Anna said and followed Delia back inside.

"People who have time to get mad about how they die are usually the worst to deal with," Delia grumbled. "They're always trying to figure out a way to get even, even though it isn't usually someone's fault. It's much easier to deal with the ones that were maliciously murdered. They don't usually go on rampages across continents."

She glared at the glass on the floor, then started struggling out of her jacket. She opened the coatroom, stepped inside, and reemerged a few moments later with her normal black shirt, utility belt, and other accessories.

"Ah, I am never listening to Lucy when she tells me to leave my stuff at home," she grinned. "So much more comfortable this way. Now, I suppose you won't be too happy about this, Neal, but I have a feeling that we ought to talk to our little coppity-cop and make a game plan. We most definitely don't want anyone wandering off trying to find town or something stupid like that, and the Mansion has plenty of rooms. We just have to pat them all on the head and send them to bed."

Delia stopped, then sighed.

"Yeah, that'll never happen. Let me go find our resident ticket writer."

"In that case, I'm glad I haven't met any ghosts..." Neal mused dryly as he shut the mansion doors behind him before joining Delia and Anna by the coatroom.

Despite being expected, the idea of having to team up with (for however short a time) Jake... or Jen... er, whatever "Cowboy's" name was, was not the best of news.

Neal watched Delia return to the hall to find Cowboy. Not being particularly sure what to do next, Decker turned to the young woman standing to his side. "What kind of apartment allows mechadirewolves on their premises?"

Delia stepped close to Jeff and looked around.

"Stuff," she said quietly. "And, well, I might fit right in, but I've a feeling it would give some of our highly esteemed guests a case of the vapors. Come out in the hall, and we'll talk about it more."

"We don't have a doorman ... oh, and the lock on the front door is broken. That and my sister says the landlord is probably a mad scientist. I keep telling her that having an odd accent doesn't make him evil, but we do keep seeing him in the cemetery. Which probably isn't sinister at all. Plenty of people visit the cemetery ... at night. With a shovel," Anna said, ignoring complaints that she was rambling. She was determined not to acknowledge her sister until she'd found a way to explain their situation in a way that didn't make her look crazier than the average Dittotopian.

Delia looked Dan up and down, then nodded curtly.

"Follow me out," she said quietly, turning and heading out into the hall, cop and engineer in tow.

Once the group had assembled together in the hall, Delia finally spoke.

"Well, we're not in Ditto Town anymore," she said.

"Hate to break it to you, but roaming graveyards at night with a shovel isn't exactly normal behavior. Unless you're playing the best game of Whack-a-Moll ever during a zombie outbreak."

About that time Delia returned with Cowboy and a new fellow, more casual looking fellow in tow.

"Glad you finally came to that conclusion..." Neal said dryly when the Ghost Wrangler spoke to the group.

Delia rolled her eyes.

"You've been outside already," she replied. "Some other interested parties, however, have not."

"I'm not so worried about whats outside, that can wait until tomorrow. Until then, what are we going to do with the rest of the guests? If we tell them the truth, we'll have a full riot on our hands."

"Well..." Delia glanced over at Neal. "I haven't been down to check the boxes yet, but...apparently the fuses are gone. So I don't know how likely it would be to actually get it back on. You're welcome to take a look if you would like, though."