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((Continuing from this post.))

In the passageways beneath the park, where a group had gathered to break down a long-closed door, a laser beam was widening, and a broad circle began to blacken the surface of the wood, the locks melting and streaming down in shining rivulets, to puddle at the doorstep. The room was getting hot, now.

Outside, all at once, the rides all stopped. Animatronic figures jolted still; boats bumped each other confusedly; rollercoasters fell to the bottom of their tracks and did not continue up. The lights inside the buildings flickered off; the perpetual background noise of music and soundeffects went silent.

Below, the hole in the door began to crackle and spark around the edges, and for just a moment all the eyes trained on the door could see through it a fathomless darkness. An odd, organic silence filled the air; everyone's breathing and small movements were audible, but so too was a new absence of sound, as though the walls were all holding their breath.

And then the air around the door began to shimmer.

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The Antichrist nodded. "See you soon, Kira. Take care of them in there."

"Me too... I'll miss them," Setsuna echoed Kira's sentiments, then grabbed his hand. "And you! Hey! We're sticking together, remember?" he playfully scolded Kira as a way to cheer himself up.

((Waiting to go through the hole until we've heard from the rest of the crowd on whether they're going or not.))

"Thank you," Psyche told Adam, briefly but sincerely.

Adam gave Psyche a knowing smile. "Have fun stormin' the castle!"

Constantine contemplated the door as the others exited, and finally shook his head. "Think I'll stick around a bit, if it's all the same to you." There was no telling where this was going--literally or figuratively--and even if Adam (whoever the kid was) was adequate to hold the door here, that left no one to run messages or fetch help or anything else that might be needed on this end.

John stepped forward. "Well, this isn't about to be the one time that I don't let my curiosity get the better of me."

He glanced behind him where someone had been waiting silently for the past minute or so.

Aeryn hadn't wanted to interrupt the goodbyes and important discussions that had been going on when she had finally found her way to the room, but as John glanced at her she stepped forward to stand next to him, shoulder to shoulder, and gave him a small, certain smile.

"Or the one time I don't let your curiosity get the better of me," she agreed to his silent question.

Cayce had been standing silently throughout, heedless of the silent tears on her face, unable to come up with words.

She'd never gotten the chance to say goodbye to Win Pollard. Now it looked like she was going to have to say goodbye to almost everyone who meant everything to her here, all at once.

And when she turned and saw Aeryn, some wrenching emotion crossed her face and she stooed with her hands over her face for a long moment.

"I've got to go back," she said at last, her voice ragged. "For a while, I mean. I have to ... I have to tell people. And I have to say goodbye." She managed a crooked smile that only made her look sadder. "I know Psyche's got that link to the Doctor, but ... I've got to spread the word. It's what I do. I, uh, I don't suppose the powers that be could at least be persuaded to turn the radio system back on?"

"I will," she whispered. After a moment's hesitation, she grabbed Kira in one arm and Setsuna in the other and gave them both a fierce hug.

"I'm gonna miss you guys," she said, voice shaking. "Take care of yourselves, or I'll find some way to kick your asses."

When Setsuna was hugged, he hugged back, whimpered a little, then said, "Just tell Rukia bye for me. She's the only other one that's not here, I think. Aside from Crowley and Mr. Fell."

As for taking care of himself, Setsuna gave Cayce a cheeky grin. "Don't worry. If I don't take care of myself, Senpai'll kick my ass for you. You better take care of yourself, too, though."

"You got it. And I will. Don't worry about me."

She swallowed hard and took a step back, then looked to John and Aeryn.

Gilina, Stark, Zhaan, Linfer, Jack the Ancient, Crais, Talyn, Elack and his Pilot, Jool...

D'Argo.

Cayce.

Sometimes John wished, more than anything, that he could be like other people.

"You gotta go do your thing," he said, would-be lightly in that tone that said, 'of course I understand, no worries' when that really couldn't be further from the truth. He stepped to her, putting both hands on her shoulders. "When you're out of here, out in the world doing big things, you make sure you think of me once in a while. Because I'll be thinking of you." He smirked. "'Course you know, if we don't end up vanishing right away, it'll be all weird having to say goodbye again." And he would never object to getting the chance. He kissed her temple and hugged her hard. "Something put us here for a reason. Knowing you sure wasn't an accident."

It took him another moment to let her go.

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"Always glad for comp'ny," the younger man said cheerfully from the doorway. "'m Adam Young."

"John Constantine," he replied, lighting a fresh cigarette. "People always so tetchy around here or is my timing even worse than usual?"

"No tetchier than anyplace else, I 'spect," Adam grinned. "Is your timin' usual'y bad, then?"

"So I've been told," John said with a wry smile, thinking of Abby Holland. "And somehow I get this feeling like I'm a bit character coming in just in time for the season finale of some really cracked BBC miniseries."

"An' you're not used to bein' jus' a bit character," Adam replied thoughtfully. "I mean, everyone's the hero of their own story, but I get the feelin' you tend ta get into other people's stories more often than not."

John gave the kid a sharp look. Okay, so he was a perceptive little bastard if nothing else. Considering the other personalities who'd turned up around this place, the 'nothing else' was probably too much to hope for.

"Guess you could say that," he agreed after a moment. "What about you, then? Leading man or Best Supporting Actor?"

"Bit o' both, I s'pose," Adam said. "Or mebbe more of a deus ex machina..." The young man wasn't uneducated, omnipotence notwithstanding.

"Heh. Been there, done that." John chuckled. "So you just watching the door here to see what happens, or in case somebody needs a deus?"

He smiled mysteriously. "Oh, somebody will. Jus' wonderin' who."