Mirabile Day, "Daytripper".
Oh no, must be the season of the witch, Must be the season of the witch, yeah, Must be the season of the witch. When I look, when I look
Humming to herself, Mirabile walks into police headquarters, her multi-coloured hair blowing in a wind that isn't there. Once upon a time, being here would have worried her, but that was before she'd been exposed to the custom-made designer drug that could unlock her hidden potential. One cop tries to intercept her, but gets distracted by those bugs under his skin. She leaves him scratching furiously. She's here on the business of The Cause after all and Everywoman wouldn't be happy if she didn't make it to the meeting.
Upstairs, fat old men are getting together after all to decide the fate of those people in the streets. They're afraid they'll be thrown down, and they're right to be afraid. So they'll call out the cops and soldiers, the guns and the tanks. A little slaughter to "restore order". Well not all of us want your "order". There are two guards on the door. One of them decides his clothes are on fire so he takes them off of course. Another starts talking to an invisible friend. Daytripper smiles and steps inside. She has some fat old men to loosen up. The cops will be back to their normal fascist selves in a few minutes. The ones who call the shots will take rather longer to come down. They'll still be chasing the imaginary butterflies tomorrow. That should give The Cause plenty of time to do it's work in this city and others.