*depuppets* This is written in a prose style because otherwise I'm going to go insane. Nobody else has to do this.
*repuppets*
Begins right here. Right now.
I am looking all around the mansion now for the people who wanted to be in on the rescue. I have in my pockets 2 grenades from Jeanne and a pistol (stolen from Fouche while he was napping on his pile of correspondence). I also have a sword, a crowbar and a pickaxe.
I am hoping to find Honor Harrington, Scotty Tremaine, Lord Wotton and a sober and sane medical doctor.
Calls for them.