[hr][hr][center][img]https://s8.postimg.org/vanwock1h/ch2.png[/img][hr][img]https://i.giphy.com/media/3orif7N2qBUUJ2hUK4/giphy.webp[/img][hr][@Nallore][@Witch Cat][@Pundii][@FantasyChic][@BlueSky44][/center][hr][hr][i][b][color=9999ff]December 28th, 2016[/color] - Police Station, Records Office[/b][/i]

	With Eudora running about the station like a fretful grandmother, bouncing back from person to person as she tried to keep them all safe, Fairfax gave a weary smile. Truthfully, he didn't understand why time travel was effecting him this badly this time, but there was a look on Folly's face that suggested she knew. He clutched the wall to support himself as the young gypsy girl looked away, hiding her face from him. 

	"Amiyra..." Fairfax began, only to be cut off.

	"Don't, John. Don't ask," Folly replied curtly, anger in her voice. Her own father might have been insane, but there were small signs that Folly was becoming more and more like her parents the older she got. She had his rage in her blood. 

	"...I see," Fairfax replied, a content smile on his face, despite the pain going through his body. 

	[color=9999ff]"Heading to the circus is probably best -- it'll give us time to get ourselves sorted,"[/color] Andromeda said, agreeing with Eudora. She couldn't remember if anyone had grabbed the tickets from the hotel, but she could always purchase some more. She'd pay any price to bring her father's killer to his knees and the fees from the circus weren't that high anyways. [color=9999ff]"Eudora...Is there anything you can do for him? He looks like he's going to keel over,"[/color] Andromeda then asked, grimacing slightly as she looked at Fairfax. 

	The man might have claimed he was better, but it was clear there was something incredibly wrong with him. 
 
[i][b][color=9999ff]December 28th, 2016[/color] - Cirque Anomaly, Main Tent[/b][/i]

	Faust simply chuckled, shaking his head at Lilith. [color=red]"Oh, you have no idea,"[/color] he replied, his eyes turning entirely black for a moment, before returning to normal. The mark of a demon. He gave a bit of a friendly wave at her before walking off the stage and returning to his seat, glancing at his watch. There was an hour until the main performance and Faust was certain it would be one to die for. 

	The only problem, of course, was the girl with the silver hair. He frowned darkly, continuing to stare at her, trying to figure out a solution to a problem that no one else could know...

	"Thalia, Boris!" the ringmaster called out, causing Boris to snap his head upwards. He practically dashed up to the stage and eagerly began to gather up his supplies, before pulling out what looked like a coffin and a saw. "Get in~!" he beckoned to Thalia. It was a standard trick in the business, one that Boris would do with Fiodora on many occasions. Contortionists were standard for it, since they could keep their legs into a small area to avoid the saw, with false legs already set aside. 

	"Don't be afraid," Boris chuckled. 

	When Thalia approached the coffin, she would notice that there were no false legs in sight. What on Earth was Boris planning to do?

[i][b][color=9999ff]December 28th, 2016[/color] - The Road to Salem // Salem Train Station[/b][/i]

	For those geography experts, Salem is actually twenty miles out from Coventry. But with Liam's acceleration and weaving in and out of cars (most of whom are going sixty or more, easily), he'll be able to make it in about fifteen minutes. No cops seem to be present on the roads, which is another plus for Liam. By the time he pulls up to the train station, it's exactly six o'clock. He'll see two girls with flowers in their hair, [url=https://s4.postimg.org/ql9j3uhyl/october4.gif]a blonde[/url] and [url=https://68.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3u59yAbBa1r4kfic.gif]a brunette[/url] enter the station just ahead of him.