The whole thing had gone on way later than we’d planned but at least a lot of ground had been covered, and almost more important Keyboard didn’t see me as a threat to her job anymore. It had been a great chance mend fences and move forward.
It was when we realized it was two in the morning and Silver Mirror had become rather quiet. The boisterous mood of the evening had faded. The ticking of pendulum clock in drawing room was steady companion to us. We decided to wrap it up and call it a night.
The first hint I had something was amiss was when I encountered resistance upon opening the door. Something was blocking the door to our suite. The key worked fine but something heavy, obstructed entry. I could see that there were lights on in the suite since I could see it leaking out under the door. Several knocks didn’t get the desired results; although I did hear what sounded like bodies shifting and moving. Putting my ear to the door I could hear numerous snores and moans.
After several seconds I gave up and went downstairs and took off and flew up to our large personal patio on the second floor. Peering in through the windows and the glass doors I was presented with a scene of hedonistic decadence.