When last we left our heroes, Spurious’s new nick name was teeth, Dandy had fallen threw a table, and Jack had exited the fort. Spurious sat on the floor very aware of being the forts sole inhabitant. His breathing slowed as he strained to hear the world outside the fort. The fort seemed less fort-like with out Jack in it. Whatever magic the fort had had had left with Jack. It was only then that Spurious realized that he was no longer in the world of the clothed. He had walked into this night well accessorized, and tastefully coordinated. He sat there, his only accessory a bridle and his only coordination –well, lacking, and listened.