“Poe! I suggest you approach this in a different way!” William chased Edgar down the corridor. It was closed by doors, without security walls and it was a wonder in itself how the building stood as it did... "Well, excuse me! but I won't have my work scattered here and there! Poetry is art and a The finished work does not need to be painted by a stranger!” the raven-haired man adjusted his moustache. He searched through the doors, as if he was looking for something. “Poe, what did I say? The work is never finished, just abandoned...” “I advise you not to say anything. another word, William! Would you like it if Juliet just left and went to Hamlet?!” There was a moment's pause: "Here!" He opened the door, revealing a scene in progress. “Drink,” the man offered water to another. “Amontillado! Poe shouted furiously, the man dropped the glass, while a jug fell to the ground. "P-Poe?!" “This jug of water belongs to the “Pit and the Pendulum”, not the “Cask of Amontillado”! Give him some wine! What is the reason you go behind my back…” Poe rambled, personally William was quite annoyed. He can't necessarily blame Poe. The stories have been mixed up lately, and it's not just them. It seems like Hawthorne and Alcott have run into some trouble lately, too. causing his “road less traveled” to take place in the winter. Poe finished his outburst, quickly flipping over the table closest to him before storming out of the room. “Poe! Don't you think you could have handled it differently? You don't need to scream and above all you don't need to throw objects!”“William! Even if no one will ever read this book, I would still like this... half a paper... can't it be serious?" William took a step forward: "Oh, but I can." "And how do you plan to execute it?" "Easy! it's a journey we'll take together." "You're out of your mind." "Really?" The audience looked at Poe in silence. Bradbury stood up: “If Edgar thinks this might be the only way, then I agree. Not I see no one who has any further suggestions. So this must be the way to proceed." "Very well then..." Carroll walked away, "This book was getting crowded anyway; we need two fewer authors..." With that he took his leave. There was silence in the residence, Poe and William looked at each other “Poe…” “William… I think we better move on, before anything else happens…” WIlliam nodded and the two fled towards the entrance. They opened the door revealing a whirlwind passageway. “Poe, how are we sure this will work? " "Not we are..." And with that he walked in.