The girls watched as the cloud sailed through what they believed to be New York City and started slowing down as it turned towards Long Island. The Warlock stood where he had been standing since boarding the cloud. He had not moved or said a word since their disturbing conversation over the Atlantic, but seemed to be deeply consumed in thoughts, or so they thought.
A vast compound appeared below with a mighty old building built in the late 16th Century design sitting at the center of the fenced compound, and the cloud started descending into the vast grounds.
The lawns and entire surroundings, the girls noticed as they stepped out from the cloud, were well kept and clean, like some people were living on the property and maintaining it, but there seemed to be nobody around and even though
