As the three Lost make their way from the Fleshmarket, the manic and macabre sounds of the unbridled festivities slowly fade behind them as does the dancing glow of the faerie fires. At the end they find themselves once more alone in the dark by the silently obsidian flows of the hedge waters. The night is still dark and the gate is open to the mortal realms.
The ice cold waters part and the trio finds themselves once more in Sacramento's darkened cityscape along the banks of the river. Small details have shifted since they left, however. It would seem that while the moon is new and the sky is black, it is not the same dark evening that they left.
Congrats on surviving the Fleshmarket! I am going to post a brief advertisement for a few new folks to get involved in the story before we continue. Once I am back from vacation and I have a few new bodies we'll move forward. Thanks for a great scene!