Castle

" Wow… " uttered Eliezer with child-like-amazement, as he beheld the breathtaking structure.

The TTT had made their way to Castle. A flying castle-like-structure in the sky(obviously).

Clepsydra docked, and the TTT all stepped out.

" Amazing " said Eliezer, as he held out his arms: trying to take everything in.

" So massive… " said Percival, who was used to castles. But this castle - it had no equal.

" Futuristic. Technology beyond imagination. And most important of all " said Elizabeth, as she kicked the doors open; " a dancehall "

" I am glad that you all made it, " said Menelik(the first), as he walked down the stairs.

All four greeted each other warmly. For they were all old friends.

Menelik explained: after traveling through space and time alone. He thought that it was high time to build an organization. A group which would watch over - fragile time and space. And this group would work along the TTT.

" You guys call yourselves: The Harranians? " said Sir Percival, half-amused.

Menelik giggled. He then opened the doors to the command room, which was a breathtaking sight all on its own. There were people - from across space and time, working there.

" My, my, my " said the Detective with a smile; " Michelangelo? "

Great Michelangelo did not respond. He honestly did not even realize that Elizabeth was there. The master of art was too absorbed in his work.

" Oh " said the Detective, as someone else caught her eye; " and who is this smiling lady? "

" This is Gioconda, " said Menelik.

" It is an honor, " said the smiling lady with a smile.

Sir Micky, Michelangelo's version of the mechanical knight(for he was always in the mood to outdo Da Vinci), told everyone that the meeting was about to begin.

I will not bore my dear readers with the dry stuff.

I will, however, tell of what happened later - at night.

Percival was walking down the stairs, for he wanted a late night snack. Elizabeth was in the library… or so he thought.

The knight heard the sound of tapping shoes. He noticed that the dancehall was lit.

He snuck a peak around the corner. And that was when his breath left him. For there was the Detective. Smiling. Dancing. Her movements: elegant. Her features: fair. Percival mistook her for one of God's angels.

Elizabeth noticed her husband. She held out her hand. And without hesitating. The knight took hold of her hand.

The lights all became dim, for the moon was shining through. The floor was like polished glass. And the atmosphere was just perfect. They looked deeply into each other's eyes. Each movement was slow and gentle. Nothing felt rushed. For they wanted to enjoy every sweet second.

" Wish this could last forever " said Elizabeth, as she rested her head on Percival's chest.

" It will " said the knight, gently and lovingly; " in our memories "

The Detective let out a soft giggle. And then a sigh.

No more words were spoken. They were dancing slowly and gently, as the magical dancehall would ensure that everything was just perfect.