A calm had decended over Arcadia. The good townspeople went about
their daily business for a few days without the usual bustle and
hustle. It had been quiet up at The Goth House lately, but this was
different. There were no signs of life there. It was rumored to have
been deserted and only the undead servants remained. Had they braved
the very much alive Anpu, they would have noticed the signs. The
signs were everywhere inside.
Espically on the doors of the private rooms.
"Gone to C7."
"In NYC for the weekend."
"Back in a week, recovery anticipated in a month"
And Fluffy the Hug Monster, down in his comfortable basement studio,
danced with the Teletubbies.