(We open down in the labs, with Andrew again puttering around a wax figure. This one is also of a lovely woman, but she wears a very elaborate silk gown with a large, standing ruffled collar, has long, dark ringlets, and holds an empty glass bottle marked "poison" in an odd script.)

Andrew: (Laughing) Yes, yes, my Lucretia Borgia, you are quite lovely. Just (pushes the wax hand with the bottle away) don't offer ME any of that. (Painting her dark eyes) Now, the final touches. You look quite different as a flashing-eyed lady of Old Europe, my dear. You look much better than as a little blond diva. Yes, you'll be beautiful this way forever.

(Sheila comes down in her stylish 70s duds - peasant shirt, flared pants, sandals. She's shaking her head. Andrew turns to her as she comes down and puts down his paintbrush on the pallet.)

Andrew: What do you think?

Sheila: Very nice. You really enjoy your work.

Andrew: She came out even better than Jenny Lind did. Which reminds me, I did fix the broken finger on her. I can't believe that happened.

Sheila: Good.

Andrew: How are those two young men you caught yesterday? Are you sure I can't... (Slices his finger across his neck) You did say they were snooping.

Sheila: No, we need them alive. You already have your fun. They're ours.

Andrew: Shame. The blond in particuar would make a wonderful Nazi soldier, with his golden good looks... (sighs wistfully)

Sheila: Sorry, Andrew, but they are off limits.

Andrew: What are you going to do with them, anyway? You said the blond has powers of some kind...

Sheila: Oh, we have something in mind. He has empathy powers. He senses auras.

Andrew: I'd love to have more models. (Thoughtful) What of the other two I saw with them? That dainty little boy could be made over as a French milkmaid chopping heads off, and the dark-haired southern boy...

Sheila: He's mine. You could do with the smaller boy as you wish, unless Alex wants him.

Andrew: Very well. Tell some of the workers upstairs before they go home that a new statue is ready to be taken upstairs to the main hall.

(Andrew returns to "Lucretia," murmuring sweet nothings into her unhearing ear as Sheila goes back upstairs.)

*We cut to Alex's room once again. There's a giggle, then a sigh, then a snore. Several smoke rings float across the room.*

Alex: Now that's what I'm talking about.

*Alex glances at the girl next to him. She's sound asleep. He shrugs.*

(Sheila comes in, hands on her hips.)

Sheila: Am I interrupting things again?

Alex: Not this time. *quirks an eyebrow* I really wish you'd learn how to knock, though. :P

Sheila: Not in my job description. Besides (grins), this isn't anything I haven't seen before, especially with regards to you.

*Alex just grumbles.* :P

Sheila: Is there a reason she's snoring, or did it go that badly?

Alex: For your information, I wore her out.

Sheila: You tend to do that to your lovers. Shall we keep her as a pet or handmaiden, or turn her over to Andrew?

Alex: I'm keeping this one. We'll make her a pet. *grins* MY pet.

Sheila: Very well, then. Shall we remove her voice and collar her?

Alex: Let’s.

Sheila: She's all yours, dear.

Alex: Thank you.

*Alex drags a finger across her throat, removing her voice. He makes a black leather collar appear and puts it around her neck.*

Sheila: Now that you've had your fun, we have to figure out what to do about the remaining Guardians. I'm sure they'll be coming after their comrades soon.

Alex: I'm sure they will be.

Sheila: There must be some way we can waylay them, or figure out how to keep them here.

Alex: Well we could use the other two as bait for them.

Sheila: Maybe we could use the organ on them as well.

Alex: Yeah...

Sheila: Would work easily on the Lord of the Manor, but the White Knight and the women may be more difficult. I doubt the very pregnant Huntress will be with them, but you're welcome to the Mother. Andrew can turn the Scholar into the ugliest waxwork in the world, for all I care. :p

Alex: The Mother... *sighs*

(Sheila whacks up upside the head.)

Sheila: Please, Alex, control your hormones.

Alex: Hey!? (Sighs) Sorry. I got to thinking about her curves...

Sheila: Alex, this is business. Decide what you're going to do with the Mother when you get her later.

Alex: Too late. I've already decided. ;)

Sheila: I'm sure you have. Why don't we get the Savage and the Bard and tell them they're going to have visitors?

Alex: Gladly.

(Sheila and Alex go downstairs to the theater. Sheila goes backstage. Peter is dressed in a flowing shirt, tight pants, soft boots, and a wide belt. His eyes are still covered with the leather strap, and his bound hands are in the leather gloves. He's tied to some of the pulleys in the back, near the curtain. He tries to pull away from his binds, clearly frightened.)

*Micky is dressed in tight black leather and is strapped to a table backstage, though he's otherwise unbound. Alex stops at the foot of the table and earns a glare from the still-mute Micky.*

Sheila: (Chuckles) So, how are you boys feeling? (Chuckles Peter under his chin) A bit lonely, Bard? Don't worry, you'll be having guests soon.

(Peter shakes his head, his cheeks under his eyes wet.)

*Micky mouths something. Alex just smirks.*

Alex: I think they're a little lonely down here.

Sheila: (Goes to Micky and runs her fingers over his chest) Oh, don't worry, we won't let Andrew do anything to you. He's chomping at the bit for the Bard, but we told him you're ours.

*Micky struggles, trying to get away.* :P

Sheila: Oh, you won't be going anywhere for a long time, Savage. (She leans over and kisses him deeply)

*Alex grins.* >:)

*When Sheila ends the kiss, Micky makes a face and sticks his tongue out.*

Alex: I don't think he liked that, Milady.

Sheila: You really can't appreciate a good kiss, Savage.

Alex: Well, now, wait a minute... *now HE leans over and kisses Micky the same way Sheila did; when he ends it, Micky's eyes are wide with shock* Not bad.

Sheila: Why don't I leave you two alone?

Alex: Okay.

*Micky shakes his head vehemently.*

(Peter shakes his head, resuming his struggling.)

Sheila: Enjoy yourself. I'm going to take your new pet to the handmaidens for them to feed and clean.

Alex: *nods* Thank you, Milady.

Sheila: I'll be back in an hour or so. Have fun! (Pats Micky on the cheek) You too, Savage. (She disappears in a black light)

*Micky still looks on wide eyed.* :-O

Alex: *leans on the table* You're all mine, Savage.

*Alex leans over Micky as we fade out.*