[ The streets are the same as before, crowded with painters sitting on the sidewalks and people on their daily strolls: still, there's that mechanical edge to things, carts embossed with brass and copper, clocks ticking in strange places, strange corners.

Claude leads, genuinely impressed that yes, they really are invisible. ]

—There's his family mansion, yes. It would be ideal if we could deposit him there; the others are used to him coming and going.