”“Wendy, you are like a daughter to me. You will have a job here whenever you need one. You can even have an office here like Clarice,” Carma la...ghed. Clarice didn’t have an office. She had a booth.The party on Sunday was the most unusual graduation party I’ll ever attend. We had to get a special permit from the city. When Wendy told us what she wanted for a party, she got our full cooperation. When word got out there were grads from three colleges that joined with her and a mysterious gift of. Pulling up at Tom’s five minutes later all seemed quiet and we had to bang on the door before we got an answer – a sleepy headed Tom dropping keys out of his bedroom window with orders to ‘bung the kettle on’. Sophie & Paul disappeared upstairs to get changed whilst I busied myself in the kitchen where I was shortly joined by Heather, wearing just a dressing gown, it was obvious she’d just got out of bed too. ”Hi” she said, kissing me on the cheek “Have a good night last night?” “Yeah it was. The men moved through to a space which was devoid of decoration, and the walls in some places were crumbling with age. Juniper assumed this was the servant’s and slave’s place. They put her down, the rocking of the cart making her stomach lurch, then vacated the area. For a few moments she was entirely alone in the room. Finally she heard some quiet noise as the curtains obscuring the far wall seemed to move of their own accord. Three figures stepped forward into the circle of light thrown out. One of the rooms was a transfer room. I could see the carriage quite clearly. The other five rooms made a nice living area, a bedroom, a kitchen, a bath, a gym, and a lounge room. There were no doors visible. I strongly suspect all six collar rooms connect to the core hexagon they surround.”“Fatima,” Emily added, “In a carriage-zone, you can only move from one zone to another through a carriage. The zones are defined to be otherwise isolated from each other.” She paused and asked quietly, “How.