It Tolls For Thee
Dinadan Palmer straightens up, stepping off the back of Thomas Dinawa, the older man's heart in his hand. The Lighter Than Air Society had holed themselves up in Professor Kettering's basement again, like they almost always did. It had made them very easy to find, and the fact that each and every one of them had babysat him made them easy to dispose of. Dinadan has the vague sensation that he ought to say something pithy, but with the cessation of that bubbling noise he doesn't have an audience left to appreciate it. So he says nothing, but walks across the blood-slicked floor to the telephone.

This has been a good start, but there's someone special he thinks he ought to go look in on. He dials Petra's number without hesitation, the dead not having the worries and distractions of the living to cloud their memories.

After Petra, New Morlaidh, he thinks as he raises the phone to his ear. Won't Mother be surprised.

The phone rings.