We are back at Versailles. It seems that we have only missed a few minutes of a conversation.
COLETTE: NO! He said what!?
The girls let out a titter of shrieks!
SIOBHAN: I could barely believe it myself! I turned around, shocked! How dare he say such things to me! I told him--
There is a bang, as the door is forcefully opened. In strides the Wolf, angry. She looks as if she stepped directly from the Museum into this room. All of the women, except for Siobhan, scream and back away. Who is this woman? Why is she wearing such obscene clothing???
THE WOLF: I cannot fucking believe you.
SIOBHAN: Who are you? What are you doing here?
THE WOLF: Cut the crap, you know that I'm here for you.
Siobhan's face changes. She looks more fierce and determined.
SIOBHAN: You can't make me go anywhere I don't want to go.
THE WOLF: Watch me.
The Wolf pounces on her prey, wrestling Siobhan to the ground. The women start shrieking. Oddly, no guards come running in. Siobhan is fighting back, despite all the layers and layers of her dress. There is a loud POPPING noise. Suddenly there is another figure in the room. He did not use the door. The women go silent in terror, holding each other in the corner. They cannot explain why, but a cold feeling trickling down their back tells them that this man is somehow someone they should fear more than the angry woman from before. He kneels down and pulls the two fighting women apart.
THE MONK: Wolf, what are you doing? Pull yourself together. The Guild did not send you here, you didn't bring me with, and you are out of place and underdressed. You're breaking at least a dozen rules. He turns and smiles at the ladies, still petrified in the corner. See, you're scaring these nice, young ladies.
THE WOLF: [exasperated] The Historian is HERE! It's my job to track her and I found her and now I am bringing her in as soon as I am done kicking her ass.
THE MONK: [annoyingly calm] You shouldn't follow her alone. Where did she go?
The Wolf looks around in alarm. Despite her giant dress, somehow the Historian quietly slipped out of the room.
THE WOLF: Fuck! We have to go find her! She moves to get up. The Monk grabs her arm.
THE MONK: Not dressed like this or after the stunt you pulled. We're going back and you can try again.
THE WOLF: But she's so close-- WE CAN'T!
The Monk's grip gets tighter around her arm. She stops and glares at the ground. He turns to the terrified women.
THE MONK: I think you may have had a bit of too much champagne with lunch. Your head is fuzzy. You're going to take a nap and when you wake up, you'll remember how much fun you had earlier with your friends and how delicious your little cakes were.
They nod. With a POP and a flash, The Monk and The Wolf are gone. Outside the door, we see Siobhan walking down the hallway. She looks sad but she does not look back.
