Parties are annoying. People are annoying. Joscelin's moved from wine to a whiskey cocktail heavily mixed with blood over the evening as the noise and the senseless chatter keeps getting worse. He decides to wait it out in the supposedly haunted carriage until his stop comes around again to escape the inanity. It will be quieter in there. The dead don't frighten him.

Unfortunately, however, it seems the carriage is not as empty as he hoped. There's a fae in there, the one who helped Jean-Claude assassinate Raymond Harris.

"Oh it's you," he says, moving past Eames to sit in an empty row. He chalks the vague unease he feels up to being in a closed space with someone who smells so much like the blood he accidentally consumed over Christmas.