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[rebelheartalien]

At some point during the night or day, a sign went up in the main bar.

It just reads:

Could friends and family of Kim Bauer, Shelley Winters, Nita Callahan and Trillian Astra please contact Michael Guerin or Ford Prefect as soon as possible?

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[rebelheartalien]

He doesn't see any of them. But Michael's in the bar, not too far away, glancing over at the noticeboard frequently.

[rebelheartalien]

"...I put that there, yeah. Do you know one of them?"

[rebelheartalien]

"They're... gone", Michael tells him reluctantly. "And probably in a hell of a lot of trouble."

[rebelheartalien]

"I don't know much. I know Ishamael was here. I think he took Shelley, and the others followed. I don't know why."

[rebelheartalien]

Michael gives him a measuring look, and nods.

"Elan."

[rebelheartalien]

"I'm sure. I dreamed it."

[rebelheartalien]

Michael nods.

"I've had true dreams since I was sixteen. Maybe longer. I've been Seeing what happened last night for months, I just didn't understand..."

The last word is a growl of frustration.

[rebelheartalien]

"...a pig's head on a stick, giving me a tarot reading. The important thing's what it told me. I still don't get all of it, but... I understand enough, now."