“It appears that congratulations are in order,” says Rupert Giles, as you pile out of the hired car, in front of the Watchers Council’s new Headquarters, the rather stunning castle somewhere in Devon. You couldn’t agree with him more. “I am awarding you with the highest honors awarded by the Watchers, but first I suggest that you get some rest in the castle grounds. Your rooms have been prepared.” Again you find yourselves agreeing with Giles, and wanting nothing less then a year’s sleep. As you enter the castle, you see Leonie, William (Leonie's younger brother) and Thomas who look like are just leaving a funeral (which they are, Alex and Marcus have just had plaques added to the memorial room), when they see you they come over and congratulate you on a job well done meet you.

On another plane of existence, however, someone doesn’t want rest, but action. “Bring that worm, in front of me,” says the shadow, sitting on the throne. His guards drag a cowering figure from the pit at the back of the room. “Please sire, I have always been loyal to you, I never once did anything that wasn’t directly what you …” He would have continued his pleading, but his mouth had vanished from his face. The Ruler waved a hand, showing that he now had the mouth. “If I wanted your opinion, I would have told you what to say.” He throws the mouth to his pet, who greedily gobbles it up, “Now, what do you think I should do with you. Someone who nearly resulted in my death, and completely failed at the plan.” The Shadow waves his hand, and a hole appears where the Demon’s mouth once was. “I think that you should peel the flesh from my bones, and then bury me in the salt mines.” The Demon looks as shocked as the rest of the court. “I don’t think I could have said it better myself.” Says The King. With a wave of his hand the demons skin is removed from his body. “Take him to the salt mine.” The guards drag the still screaming muscle cover skeleton away.