Chicago

[gone_byebye]

The door opens onto a construction scene as the sun is setting. "This is Navy Pier," says Ray. "The Robert Mackenzie was supposed to come in here back when it was still a serious commercial facility. We're kind of assuming that's where it's trying to come back to."

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[gone_byebye]

Captain Phillips laughs. "If Saint Peter says it's your time, sure will," he says. "You take care, okay?"

He lets go of Carlos' hand and takes a step forward. A moment later, there's a shower of shimmering twinkles in mid-air, and he's gone... and so is the ship. There's only smears of gleaming, faintly glowing ectoplasm on the pier and the water's surface to show that they were ever there.

Overhead, the stars are starting to come out.

[mago_sonriente]

"Can be beer time now?" he asks, looking at Ray hopefully.

[gone_byebye]

"Sure thing," Ray says, as Peter heads over to speak to the representatives from the city government who've been watching from a safe distance. "Although when you get the chance-" He jerks his head towards Winston. "No big hurry, though. You did a lot tonight."

[mago_sonriente]

He nods. Nods and nods and nods.

"Nap?"

[gone_byebye]

"Right this way," Ray says, and he and Egon (Winston being over with the Coast Guard delegation now) get on either side of Carlos and head for somewhere suitably dry.

Preferably with a door, since that means Milliways and that means cushy rooms.

[mago_sonriente]

Carlos gives an enthusiastic thumbs up... but most of his brains are centered on holding onto his staff and not falling down.