[It's been a much, much too exciting Wednesday at the Château Ambregris, and those of you who lost your lives in the gardens like a chain of daisies are only just now waking up here, in the ruined garden on the other side.

Surely everything will be more peaceful here, now that your lives are presumably over, along with any ambitions, dreams or (some of you additional) plans of murder you might have had.

Alas, the best-laid plans of mice and men -- you open your eyes to a storm on the horizon and a storm of flowers. The gardener's cottage seems quite crowded today.]