As before, the rollercoaster track with the single car comes to a sudden silent stop. Jason and Cora, with fairies perched on their shoulders, step off and walk towards a cheap, rusted mirror. A profound quiet and darkness surrounds them after the speed and energy of their wild ride.
Tugging on Jason’s ear lobe, Ragweedy Pete insists, “Well, get on with it, laddie. On with the mission and all that.”
Jason turns to look at Cora. “Where are we? Do you know?”
She shakes her head. “No, sorry.”
Tentatively, they pass through the mirror to find themselves in a filthy room in an abandoned warehouse. Music blares from a plastic radio. Men and women slump on the floor, leaning against the walls in a daze. Their eyes are glazed, their body odor almost unbearable. One female in a sleazy dress, sw
