<strong>"Indeed my lady, as our former captain began his journey to the heavens he sent forth his minions. One came upon me at the climax of my show, entering into my dark lair and handed over the details of our new union and our new purpose. It appears the fates have decreed we shall be not just companions but partners as our lives continue down their paths. I understand that all the main players in our performance have been entreated to the same offer, and soon they will join us in this place."</strong><br/><br/>He sipped at his wine again, the blood red contrasting with the black attire and pale features. Oh, David enjoyed red wine, even of the cheaper variety but he could not deny the image it presented. Image was everything in his world, all on maintaing the facade, keeping the magic alive.<br/><br/><strong>"Let us think of Joss. Would he wish a tribute to him being a moment of silence? No, I believe his soul would look down with boredom upon such a tragic honour. Rather, I feel his shade would demand satisfaction is debauchery and disgrace, just as he did in his life. I have looked into the darkness, and a Shade's request cannot be denied."</strong><br/><br/>Had he looked into the darkness? Was there even a Shade? Or was David just talking about nothing. Perhaps there was something to it. Whether you believed in mysticism or not, there was no doubt that if they were celebrate Joss's death as he had lived his life, they would all wake up the next day with sore heads, sore other parts and a collection of the most filthy wenches and whatever the male version of a wench was asleep around them.<br/><br/><strong>"But tell me, Bob, Lady Vivienne, how have you entertained yourselves for these dark and lonely years? A decade is a long time and while we are the only people here let us understand how we have all grown and changed in that time." </strong>