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Loose in Kenselton Holding Facility: RupertPressed against a wall because he thought it would make him harder to spot, Rupert glanced aroundthe corner. More cells. More strains of conversation from the imprisoned:"Get your filthy alien hands off my neck.""No.""I'm the only chance you've got of getting out of here, and you know it.""That is unlikely. They are aware of your abilities. You have witnessed first-hand that they are immuneto anything you can do. The only people you will be capable of harming is us and our fellow prisoners,as you have demonstrated countless times in order to fulfil your misguided notions of superiority. Assuch I believe that it is safer this way. You may be assured that I do not enjoy this any more than youdo-""Oh, shut up, pointy ears."No help here. Rupert moved on-"Hello."Rupert gave a start.Dem smiled at him. "Rupert Marshetta, right?""...Yeah.""Miss home?""Who are you?""One of the few people free in this place. I think you've all stayed here long enough, don't you?""..." said Rupert.Dem clapped a hand on his shoulder and nudged him down the corridor. "Come on. There are thingsto do, people to send home, space-time continua to disturb."Down the corridor and into another. Past the cells, the bars giving way to doors nowhere near aspolished as the ones in Kenselton Hotel had been. Functional doors. They opened and they closed.Dem opened one without knocking and guided Rupert inside.Adwin jumped and his feet fell off the table. "You-""Yes, me," Dem said. "Time for the return. Thought I'd let you know.""What return?"Dem raised an eyebrow. "What's the point of bringing across a whole lot of people from differentuniverses if you don't get to send them all back again? It's multiversial strain just waiting to happen."Dem grinned. "Who knows – it might be finally enough to destroy everything for good, and I'll finallydiscover what lies beyond. If not, we could always try again.""But-"