A conversation on the train from Berlin to Prague on the morning of Thursday, January 13. The Intrepid Investigators are battered, bruised and without even a change of clothing, since they did not have the option of going back to Villa Alter in the Grünewald. Moira Baker and Karen barely made it to the train, and she was almost denied buying a ticket, being dressed as a gypsy and carrying a cage with a wild-eyed hen.
"So we were framed by Proletkult, those Soviet bastards! Lake was particularly disappointed, having had to leave his very special teacher Adele Christo without even a simple goodbye. "Yes, and they almost succeeded in having us arrested and tried for murder of poor Hubert Bosch. We were incredibly lucky. And just imagine if Proletkult had managed to bring The Pnakotic Manuscripts to Moscow after snatching the tomes from the Neues Museum. Soviet Shoggoths." Jules Pollack whispered the last sentence. The mere thought of this possibility made him reach for his hip flask. "Now, Rosa Klebb and Janis Sarts clearly did not anticipate that we would go after them, and by the way, the house fire that you arranged as a diversion was outstanding!" Franz Alter nodded towards Felix Jeremiah, who smiled and pointed at Alter. "But the comeuppance of that evil police officer was impressive, but horrifying. I had never seen such a weird creature before. And the wings! What were they? They do not match the descriptions of the flying space creatures, you've mentioned, the ones with the brain cylinders." Felix Jeremiah looked at the investigators that had been part of the strange and disturbing events that culminated in the explosion of the Topfield power station outside Arkham. Mackie shook her head. "No, this beast was larger. It would have swallowed for example a midget whole. Also, the 'Fungi from Yuggoth' seemed highly intelligent. This creature seemed more animal-like" Felix Jeremiah let the snarky comment pass.
"So, are Klebb and Sarts truly dead? Like, really, really dead?" Moira Baker looked skeptical. "Look, Moira." Howard Lake made a gun with his hands. "I nailed them pretty darn good. I guess that only one of those brain containers could have saved them." "Not fun! Not!" Jules Pollack reached for his hip flask yet again. After a hefty swig he looked at his fellow passengers. "Swell. We'll be arriving at Prague's Central Station in just under one hour. We have no money, no clothing except what we're wearing, and it is winter. Just fantastic. Has anyone ever been to Prague?" Frau Clare Bonhofer raised her hand. "Jawohl!"
The Charles' Bridge, looking west.
The Astronomic clock by the main square (Rathausplatz).
