"Where is everyone?"

Now after closing, Dollface kicked around the carpeted stage. Izzy let out a breath and stopped emptily waving and the fake smile on her round face fell.

"Finally!" The auditorium was empty and Izzy's voice echoed around the room. She slipped her orange Louboutans off from her feet and marched in front of the rotting rabbit. She put a hand on the little gate separating him from the rest of the world and stared.

"Stinks in 'ere." Wollfie said, wrestling the giant, star-studded shoulder pads from around the standing drum set. "M'legs 'r killin' meee!"

"Yeah, how does your sister do it?"

"Easy." Regina said from the doorway. "It just comes from being more graceful than you lot."

She tried to catwalk forward, but completely unused to flats, fell flat on her face. The ferals laughed raucously as she pulled herself up. "Ow! My boobs!"

"Ew ew EW!" Regina squealed at the grease and dirt already on her hands being joined with more floor accumulation.

"Hardee har har!" Regina sarcastically quipped as she sat up on her knees. "What is with this place and disgusting floors and doorknobs?"

"Yeah, ya gotta point," Dolli Mae wondered to herself, "Then again, buildings like this are just built all gross an'grungey…"

Dollface leaned against the railing, entire body screaming and telling her that she should stand as far away from the rabbit as possible. She slid her petite feet from her new sunflower gold Louboutins and ignored her fight or flights.

Princess placed her red and rainbow guitar on a stand and patted it as her eyes glazed over. Dollface's shoes hovered in the air, and she had to stare in wonder. How did Princess do it?

The other girl's shoes collected themselves and joined the yellow pair hanging just out of reach.

"I'll go look fer Hushell, y'all can grab yer stuff fer when Henry comes t'get us back to t'hotel."

"Okay." Wolfie said, "Shall I join ya?"

"No," Dollface said, shaking her head, a steady feeling of discomfort rising in her bones, "Make sure Regina actually gets her stuff instead of makin' you guys carry it."

...Izzy grabbed her bags of makeup and street clothes.

"I'm too tired to chaaaaaaaange," Wined Wolfie, "We'll get to t'hotel and change again!"

"That is fair," Princess said, pulling a bag onto her back. "Back exit, near the loading dock, right?"

"Yeah, definitely," Dolli Mae confirmed. Tiny but mighty, she hauled the military issue bag Dollface carried all her stuff in and grabbed her own stuff. "Reggie, can ya get yer stuff?"

Regina's nose twitched. "Fine."

….Ciel sat up in bed in his usual cold sweat, panting as the blanket fell into his lap. Mamie looked over at her alarm clock, one she made sure to include because Sebastian waking them up every morning made her uncomfortable.

It was around 4 am.

Mamie touched her husband's pale arm, making him jump out of his skin.

"W-who are y-you?"

Mamie cocked her head sadly, hearing the voice of a broken little boy floating into her ear beside her. She tentatively placed her hand on his arm again, just trying to grab reality back.

In a world past time and structure hidden in this mansion, Marion Cowatch-Phantomhive, American wife of one of the most powerful men in Great Britain and supermodel for the finest fashion lines and prints in the world, sat up at four am to hold her husband in her arms like a small child and whisper to him as she hypnotically rocked.

She hummed a song about trobadors and puppets and bulls and pretty ladies in pretty dresses until he calmed himself down.

"What was your dream, my love?" Mamie whispered.

Ciel trembled, "It isn't safe."

"It is here." Mamie said, stroking his blue-balck hair. She felt the silver metal stud in his ear from when he'd been sold and tagged like the cows on her father's childhood ranch. He's even been branded, right under his shoulder blade. "It is now."

"But not for them."

"The other children are out of their misery," Mamie said, with a pause, "You… You did the right thing."

"Then why don't I think so?"

Mamie sighed, "What happened this time?"

"They were there." Ciel said, flatly.

"Who?"

"Regina and…" Ciel's purple eye and blue eye blinked behind his hair. He couldn't say it, so Marion did for him.

"Dollface?"

He nodded. She held him tighter.

After more silence, Ciel said, "I want them in the school. Right now."

"You promised you wouldn't do this, Ciel."

"They aren't safe."

"My parents are doing the best they can." Mamie insisted, "They're doing fine with your girls. And they may as well finish the school year."

"They aren't safe in that town. They aren't safe with those people." Ciel insisted in his businessman voice. It was one he'd practiced since age ten.

"Yes, they are."

"It's been over sixteen years," Ciel said, "And even though I refuse to tell anyone about Dollface, I want her in St. Godivas'. Now."

Mamie sighed, "Let's talk it over in the morning."