ONE HOUR LATER...
As the dance inducing rythms thumped from the speakers, the fifty people who slowly but surely appeared in Mick and Shirley's house kicked their legs out as the conga line snaked through the kitchen, back out through the hallway, and began to ascend the stairs to the second floor.
"I could have sworn that everyone was destroyed," Prometheus said, rubbing the top of his bald head with a deeply perplexed look on his face. "Vanished. Dissolved in the acid flood of nothingness."
"This must come as quite a shock," Grimm said as he fished another glass of punch out of the punch bowl. A party hat adorned his head while streamers wrapped around his neck.
"I'll say," Mick added. "Since when did this house have a second floor?"
"We need to be serious here for a moment," Pro said.
"I am! I've been here a while and never once do I remember seeing a second floor."
"It's where our bedroom is!" Shirley yelled from the kitchen as she attempted to keep the rowdy conga line from knocking over her fine china cabinet.
Mick gave a sidelong glance to Pro. "That proves nothing."
