In the darkness, something stirred...

"Did we survive?" asked Gem, sitting up and brushing off the cupcake crumbs.

"I didn't!" came the voice of Debbie, from underneath a pile of fallen flower petals.

A groan from the DJ booth indicated that Pete was still counted amongst the living, and a nod from the last remaining Minion tending to Cerys added to the pool of survivors. Becky was already up and checking the venue for damage with Kathryn's assistance, and Rob was already reviewing the photographs for potential blackmail material.

Even Craig seemed greatly subdued, bounding into the room and shouting, "That was brilliant! Let's do it again!" to a chorus of groans and a hail of debris.

Bathed in the eldritch glow from his laptop, Richard murmurs, "You know, we probably could pull it off..."