Rylee was fortunate to find an old wheelchair in a corner of the conveyancing museum. It was a bit rusty and squeaked loudly enough to drive her crazy, but it would have to do. With it, she wheeled into the centre of the museum, ignoring the paper bats that attempted to bother her.
“All right!” Rylee called, bringing her wheelchair behind a gorgeous table of dark red wood. “If you want your unfinished business resolved, line up in an orderly fashion and wait your turn! I used to pretend to be a conveyancer, so I know how to put you to rest as long as you cooperate!”
The fluttering paper bats and angry furniture stopped their wild movements as if they weren’t animated at all, leaving the room in an eerie silence. Then the paper bats and furniture headed toward her slowly and calmly. The paper bats unfolded themselves, landing on the red table and forming a neat pile for Rylee to sort through. She wasn’t sure what the furniture wanted, but it all lined up in front of Rylee and began to wait.
As she pulled out her pen and started to work through the lengthy pile of unfinished business, Rylee wondered what had happened to all of the conveyancing lawyers who had started this paperwork. It seemed almost like they’d all disappeared in the middle of the workday, leaving a thousand documents half-complete. It reminded her of those Marble Cinematic Universe movies, where half of the population vanished in an instant. Something strange had happened to this conveyancing museum.
One of the papers mentioned a conveyancing firm close to Carnegie that would prove to be the hub of conveyancing in the future, so Rylee made a mental note to look around for something to do with Carnegie once she had put the souls of these conveyancing papers to rest. Perhaps that would offer her some insight into what had happened here.
For now, though, she had plenty of work to do before she could even think about exploring.