She sent Milos to clean up, and requested she meet him in the non-slimed Portside Promenade, on the opposite side of the ship, when he was done.

Milos was still reeling from this change in circumstance. All of them leaving Chicago, a war with the Chocolate Ogre, and the possibility of Allie being brought into the mix. But then this might not be a bad thing. This battle could provide him an opportunity to make himself truly indispensable to Mary. And what if Milos could bring Allie in—even if only as a prisoner? That would certainly win him huge points.

The Portside Promenade was a mirror image of the Starboard promenade, except that it still had the airship’s original furniture. Mary told him she was planning to gut it, and turn it into a playroom for the younger children, but hadn’t gotten around to it yet.

When Milos arrived, all squeaky-clean, Mary had already opened the champagne, and poured two glasses.

“I never usually consume spirits,” Mary told him, “but I suppose we have a lot to celebrate.”

Milos hesitated. “Consume spirits?”

“Drink alcohol,” Mary explained. “What on earth did you think I meant?”

Milos just chuckled in his own embarrassment, which seemed to please her.

“Let’s toast,” she said. “What shall we toast to?”

“To the Governess of the East, and soon to be West,” suggested Milos. “The beautiful catcher of lost souls.”

Mary’s thoughts seemed to darken when he said it, but she clinked glasses anyway. She took a sip, put her glass down, and strode away from him.

“Is something wrong?”

She paused, looking out of the window. “Saving the children of the world is not always an easy thing,” she said. “But the end does justify the means, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Sometimes, yes.” Milos cautiously moved closer to her.

She still looked out of the window, a convenient way to avoid his gaze. “There’s much work to do, but before we begin, there’s something you need to know, and something I need to find out.”

Then she offered him a confession.

“As much as I despise stepping out into the course of living events, there are times it must be done,” she told him. “There is an appliance store not too far from here. In it are many of those television machines, and they often display the news of the day.” She began to rub her arms as if she was cold. “I was there, in search of something in particular, and I found it. There was a report of a dreadful car accident— a terrible thing. Witnesses claimed that the driver actually swerved to hit pedestrians, but the driver claims to have no memory of it whatsoever. Imagine that.”

Milos took a nervous sip of his champagne. “Strange things do happen in the living world.”