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A small girl in a nightdress wanders down from the guest corridor.

Because Liam knows what she's capable of, there is a piece of paper firmly attached to the front of her clothes.

"My name is Megan. If I'm alone, my daddy is asleep upstairs in [insert room number here] and I've escaped. Please don't send me through the front door."

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"Yes. It's March. Wait. Is it March? What's March? I dunno. Its a month stupid! Like October. And December. Yes. Like that. But they don't matter. Only matters if its October. Barrel, the other months matter too, or else, how would we know how long it is til Halloween? We ask Jack?"

Shock slaps her head, then slaps her brothers.

"Megan, do you know what day in March it is?"

The brothers giggle behind her, and she hisses at them.

"Can you tell me?"

Megan thinks, then shakes her head. Dates are a bit beyond her yet.

"Ok. So Megan, how long have you and your daddy lived here at Milliways?"

Lock taps his sister on the shoulder.

"What?" Shock snaps back.

"Can we talk to you, over there?"

"Fine. Megan, I'll be right back."

She steps away, her brothers talk at her for a second, and then she turns back, arches her eye at Megan, and smiles.

"Megan, the front door the note talks about. Where is it?"

Megan points, obligingly.

"Do you think we can go through the door? I wouldn't want to get you in trouble with your daddy, but we would like to go home. Do you think it will work for us?"

She shrugs.

The Triplets try the door that Megan points to. It opens to a dark hole. Shock pushes Lock forward.

"OW"

He's fallen into the darkness of a janitorial closet.

The Triplets turn back to Megan.

Megan just giggles hysterically.

Shock glares at Barrel.
"Was your friend Tim trying to fool us?"

"Probably. He tricked me didn't he?"

"No, he merely cast a spell on you."

Turning to Megan, Lock sits down in front of her.

"Wanna see a trick while they fight?"

She nods eagerly.

"Put up your fingers like this." Lock puts his palm up in front of himself, fingers spread.

She obeys, watching him closely.

"Now, light up your fingers." Lock shows her how, his fingertips blazing.

Not that she can, he knows this, she's a normal, human child, for pity's sake. And he does pity her. So he lights her fingers on fire. It only tickles though, because its dancing on the tips, not actually lighting the small digits at all.

Megan giggles, delighted.

"So Megan, you like Halloween, right? What have you dressed up as? Have you gotten your dad to dress up before?" Lock waves his fingers around, causing little flashes of light all around Megan's head.

She watches them raptly, then focuses enough to answer his question, making a vague gesture to her head that might evoke a pointed hat.

"Witch! Not Daddy."

Pointing at Shock, Lock smiles. "She's a witch too. But I bet you knew that."

Sparking some more, he schemes,

"Your daddy needs to dress up. We should make everybody in the Bar dress up. I mean, we're probably stuck here forever, and its boring here without Halloween."

Megan pouts sympathetically.

"Stuck?"

"We can't go home. No door in a tree in a Clearing. We can't go home to Halloween Town. That's where we're from. Its fun, I bet you'd like it." Lock grins and tells her more.
"We've got ghosts, vampires, witches, skeletons, ghouls and goblins, a demon clown and dead people, and gooey people and people with knives in their brains, and lots of other scary stuff!"

Her eyes widen, awed.

"I know! Its the best place ever! You know what, I bet you've seen us before. I bet we trick or treated with you. We go every year. We love treating with children like you. And if someone is mean and doesn't treat, we trick."

Lock's eyes glow devilishly.

She looks at him uncertainly.

"'Stralia?"

Lock gives her the same uncertain look.

"What does that mean?"

"Home."

"Oh! Ok. I get that. Yeah, home is good."
Lock looks at the retreating backs of his siblings.

"I should go, ok? It was nice meeting you!"

Lock waves as he runs after his siblings.

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