Having recruited a new member, secured some privacy, and shifted their inter-gang alliances, the Resurrectionists settle in for a week of recuperation. Blondie hob-nobs over tea, Flint sticks his nose around, Thalia dances like no one's watching, and Ira makes some friends. However, the factions of Doskvol are never at rest in their struggle for supremacy, and unseen clocks tick towards midnight...