[h2]Sunday, 12:00 AM, Oxford Chapel Main Hall, United Kingdom[/h2]
The priest nodded. "In that case, I'll show you to your rooms." He led the group to a rather spartan bunkroom, that had clearly been prepared for just such an occasion. A set of old beds with uncleaned-yet-unused sheets and a nightstand with a light were all the furnishings allotted to this room, but any port in a storm would do just as well. The priest gently bid the group a good night, and went back to bed.
The night passes uneventfully.

[h2]Sunday, 6:00 AM, Oxford Chapel Undercroft, United Kingdom[/h2]
Morning comes with little warning. Without any windows and soundproofed walls, the only thing to differentiate morning from night is one's restfulness. A whole set of aches and pains, whether from the conflict last night or sleeping on these ancient beds, wreaks havoc amidst your muscles.
The party is awakened by the priest knocking on the door. The priest speaks with little urgency, but with definite command behind it. 
"Rise and shine, children! We're leaving in half an hour! When you get in the car, we'll talk about whether you want to go to the airport or the train station, alright?"


[h2]Thursday, 2:00 PM, Oberschmidt Geriatric Clinic, New York, United States of America[/h2]
A beaten-up Ford Prius pulled into the parking lot. A woman wearing a t-shirt with the symbol of the James Randi Educational Foundation emblazoned on it stepped out, a look of skeptic interest plastered over her face. Fargus and the others exited the building to greet the woman. Leo, wheeling Herschel in front him, was out not long after. 
[color=coral]"Good afternoon, everyone, I'm from the JREF. One of you said you had evidence of a genuine paranormal phenomenon, and who would that be?"[/color]
[color=skyblue]"That would be me. Ah, as a matter of fact, I've got [i]two[/i] instances of genuine paranormality."[/color]
The woman's expression failed to change. Her body briefly tensed up, in preparation for a glorious letdown. Her tone was stained with carefully-concealed sarcasm.
[color=coral]"Oh, do tell! So, which one of you is the lucky guy?"[/color]
[color=skyblue]"Well, I'd say the most important one is my patient here. Somehow, his body has adapted to safely contain an unusual amount of arsenic dust. If you would kindly step back, he could demonstrate. Mister Orestein, would you please cough for us?"[/color]