France, 1789

In the corner of a room of utmost luxury and grandeur, festooned with colorful tapestries and gleaming with golden sculpture, there suddenly appeared a shiny metal cube. One moment it wasn't there, the next it was. The top side retracted silently into itself and then Neil stuck his head out. His eyes were wide as he surveyed the elegant surroundings. Mary's appeared next to his, an amused smile on her face.

"Fucking hell!" he said. "Are we really here?"