"We should have a team name!" Finny shouted gleefully as the group sat around the table. They had successfully answered five of the Queen's requests for help and were feeling pretty proud of themselves, learning they were capable of more than they had previously thought. The missions had gotten harder and harder, but the group of servants managed to pull through every time, keeping the underworld tamed while their master was away.

"Hmm... a name..." Baldroy pondered. They sat in the kitchen, giddily discussing names, each more gaudy and ridiculous than the last, when they heard the large front door creak open. They ran eagerly into the foyer, like children running into the living room on Christmas morning to see what Father Christmas had brought them. Their jaws dropped to the floor as they took in the view of Sebastian and Ciel, worn out but alive and well.

The servants immediately began bombarding their young master with questions, but the only answer they received was a grumbled "it's a long story," and an order to leave him alone to rest.

"And what have you three been up to?" Sebastian questioned. The group exchanged looks.

"It's a long story."