"So, what now?" Michelle asks. "Do we look for Madame Cavalcade? Lady Rastan?"
"I think," you say, "it's time to go and see Matron."
Michelle nods, her eyes on the floor. Seemingly unconsciously, she raises her hand to her injured cheek, then seems to realize, drawing it back down again.
Before you can start to move towards the basement, however, a loud slam from down the hallway makes you all jump.
"What was that?!" Grace hisses.
"In the undead communities, we call that 'the front door,'" Sonia remarks, but her own face has grown a little paler.
"The others?" Michelle asks.
Max snorts. "Or someone," he remarks. "The question is what we do about them." He cracks his great knuckles. "I say we go with the usual approach."
Will doesn't look convinced. "Oh, come on. Can't we think of something more…creative than hitting each other?"
"Hide?" Sonia suggests. "No one can find a hidden vampire." She glances at Grace and Will. "I'm sure you'll be okay," she adds.
You look at Michelle, who shrugs. "How many of our plans have worked so far?" she asks. "I say we let the ball roll."
Will shoots her a disapproving look, though he says nothing.