The lawyer appealed to the Gypsy-woman that had lent her “mystic powers” to the experiment. “What do you think?”

She shuffled a deck of playing cards manipulating them into strange patterns before collapsing them back into a deck. “It’s the evils of the machine age. Perfect pistons and no manners.”

“Oh God!” Doctor Delva made a strangled sound.

“Hush Doctor.” She said absently. Her hands stopped moving and her gaze followed a single card that had escaped the pack, coming to rest face down on the ground. “Perkins, Can you get that? Kneeling simply ruins my nylons.”

Perkins put the recorder back in his pocket and picked up the card off the ground. “Huh. It’s the queen of spades.”

“The Queen of Spades! Someone is going to die!” The woman howled, spilling cards everywhere.

“God let it be me.” Doctor Delva replied.

“No you don’t get off the hook so easily. This is your mess. Your monster locked us down here and it’s your duty to get us out.”

“It’s not like you didn’t help.”

“I’m know. I’m culpable too.”