We decided that the best place to meet when we got back to town would be D'Arque's house. Unfortunately, when we arrived there, there was a most unwelcome surprise waiting for us. A string of men was standing in front of the Maison des Lunes.

"Excuse me, sir," said one, "Are you the owner of this establishment?"

"Yes, indeed I am," replied D'Arque, "What is going on here?"

"We're sorry, sir, we are shutting down your asylum." D'Arque's eye went wide.

"What is the meaning of this?" he snapped, "You can't just walk in here and shut down a man's asylum! Who gives you the nerve?"

"The Prince gives us the nerve, sir. We have been sent in here by him. The Princess has informed him that your asylum is both unnecessary and barbaric."

"It's not barbaric!" D'Arque exclaimed, "And if you shut down the Maison, these people will have nowhere to go!"

"Well then," snapped one of the men, "I guess you'll just have to find them someplace to go, now won't you?" D'Arque began to sputter.

"This is insane!"

"Quite the irony, isn't it," shot back one of the men. D'Arque's face went bright red, and he looked about ready to strangle someone in his bare hands. One of the intruders picked up a rifle and bashed in one of the windows of the Maison des Lunes. "You're free to go!" he called inside. Several of the others ventured inside and began taking inmates out of the asylum as D'Arque tried desperately to fight off all of the men, and I attempted to help him. The girls seemed to be in shock.

The men did not leave until the asylum until all of its windows were smashed, the inside had been looted and the residents were running free on the streets.

As they were walking off, one of them smirked to D'Arque and sarcastically told him, as he pointed a finger at the asylum, "You might want to get that checked out."

D'Arque's mouth dropped and he looked furiously at me.

"Did that really just happen?" he fumed, "Did I really just have the place I have worked in for more than ten years ripped out from under me?"

"Well, come on, Monsieur," said Anne, "It was just an asylum."

"JUST AN ASYLUM!" screamed D'Arque, grabbing her by the strap of her dress and pulling her roughly towards him. "IT WAS MY ASYLUM!"

"We could fix it," I muttered.

"Yeah," chimed in Chanal, who just looked eager to get D'Arque away from Anne, "We could all chip in and fix it together. And reopen it. I'm sure we could get all those crazy people back."

We heard a man run by screaming, "IT'S IN THE BREAD! IT IS, I SWEAR IT!"

The girls exchanged glances with me.

"See what I mean?" Chanal declared.

"But it'll never be the same again," D'Arque said, sliding down on the ground. "Why did I ever get involved with you?"

"Remember how I said I'd be your… pro…protie…prota…?" I asked.

"Protégé," supplied D'Arque.

"Yeah, that. Well, I still will be. We'll make the asylum whole again. And it'll work. And we'll do it together. Maybe Gaston isn't with us anymore, but us put together, maybe we can be kind of like… Gaston's spirit living on."

"Haven't you realized!" yelled D'Arque, "That I do not CARE about your Gaston! I just want my asylum back!"

"But Gaston was…" began Chanal.

"Beautiful," finished Anne.

"And sexy. And strong," continued Dominique.

"And I'm telling you I DON'T CARE ABOUT GASTON! So unless you have a plan to get me my asylum back RIGHT NOW, go away before you cost be everything else I've earned in my life!" D'Arque snapped, getting up and opening the door to his house. "Watch out for the broken glass," he added sarcastically, slamming the door.

"Well," groaned Dominique, "THAT went well."

"What are we going to do?" wailed Anne.

"What would Gaston do?" Chanal asked.

"I don't know…" I said quietly, "I just don't know."