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  Part Three             A dead mouse was lying on a table, and yet—somehow—Tyler and Jennifer were still craving cheese. It got worse when they arrived in Tammany Hall, at what was the Grand Wake of Mickey O’Hare, a mouse killed by a cat. Rania, Tyler, and Jennifer had no idea who Mickey O’Hare was; they didn’t suppose anyone in attendance at the wake did, not even Honest John, who collected O’Hare’s name as one of the ‘ghost votes’ for his campaign.             The whole matter was pointless to Rania, who sat at one of the tables in the proceeding. The table was actually just a thimble with a button glued on it. Rania would have enjoyed the cuteness of the design more if she weren’t so worried about Craig. She sat there while everyone else was focused on the drunken ramblings of Honest John—everyone except Tyler, who was kind enough to check up on her.  ...

  Part Two             All the mice at the street corner scurried in panic from the large black cat that had appeared. Jennifer drew her revolver and fired a few shots at the giant feline. She wished she had something more powerful, like a Mark 2 Lancer Assault Rifle. Unfortunately, the best option she could have used was locked away in the black archives vault at the Torchwood America hub. With her revolver, she was merely tickling the cat.             Once it had enough of her ineffective assault, the cat swiped her out of the way.             Rania didn’t catch sight of where Leeka’s small mouse body landed after colliding with one of the fruit stands. However, what truly captured her attention was the moment the large cat opened its mouth wide to unleash a powerful roar. Intrigued and feeling a surge of audaci...

  Part One             New York City, circa 1885.             The corner of Grand and Hester Streets was bustling with activity – people traveling to and from, dozens of conversationalists chattering away, and the hooves of horses clomping away along the stone streets. Under any other circumstances, it would have been drowned out by the emergence of a tall, black rectangular alien monolith that materialized there on the corner, accompanied by loud hums and grinds.             However, the monolith wasn’t so tall at the moment. Nothing more than a small domino on the street.             It did, of course, make its usual noises upon dematerializing.             In actuality, the tiny monolith was a Type-...