(in room 7, occupants prepare to vacate the premises for a week in England, starting afternoon of Monday the 21st)
MN: (singing, tossing clothes into suitcase) He's the hairy-handed gent, who ran amuck in Kent...lately he's been overheard in Mayfair...
Nora: (also singing, rummaging through shoes)Better stay away from him...he'll rip your lungs out, Jim...
(up in heaven)
JH: Goodness, I hope not.
R: Man, they should have included that song in the movie.
JH: No, too obvious.
Storyteller: (also singing; throwing items into toiletries bag) Ah-ooo, werewolves of London...
MN: (chuckle) Thank you, Mr. Zevon. All right, everyone, we've got plane tickets in order, and passports for those who need them.
Storyteller: As for me, I'll rely on the Fraggle holes.
MN: We'll meet either at the Muppets' bike path in Battersea Park, or Don and Jim's bench on Hampstead Heath.
JH: Good places, both.
Nora: And on the way up to Edinburgh, we should pass Faffner Hall.
R: And give a wave to Knebworth House as you go; we might drop in and visit the White Lady and the graveyard ghost.