Donna Hartle's smiled drooped a little, "Well, sir, I did cover that already --- downstairs. The Castle is owned by Clarion University, in trust for the citizens of Clarion County. The University is at the forefront of the Local Culture Movement, and holds conferences and seminars on the subject. It is their Local Culture, Computer Science, and Museum Management departments that are most deeply involved in the day-to-day operation of the building, but many other university departments are involved as well. The Castle is often visited by the school children of the area. It is popular with vacationers to our region. Also, as the first of its kind, many visitors come to Clarion just to see and experience the Castle for themselves. Entrance fees nearly pay for the upkeep of the building, and improvements are funded in a variety of ways. If you are interested in learning more, go to the Education Room on the first level and say 'Castle' to the screen --- it will give you the whole story. For now, let's go downstairs to the basement level and have a look at the production facilities where many of the tracks are made. Then we'll visit the gallery area. The kids should be out of there by then."
   So saying, she led our group past a room made up to look like the warden's residence 100 years ago, and on down the stairs to the lowest level of the building. My questions and my dress had made me an object of curiosity, and it was only a matter of time until I would have to explain myself. So, I only followed as far as the first floor. I was getting out while the getting was good. How long could it be before someone noticed that a suit was missing from the Men's Fashions Room?
   I headed for the front door, past rooms labeled Emergency Services and Castle Store. Hmm, the first was the old 9-1-1 room. I wonder if that old gear is still in there after all these years? I wonder where the real 9-1-1 is now days? I reached the front door and was about to open it, when I saw through the glass that there was a crowd in the alleyway between the Castle and the Courthouse. Angry pickets marched and harried police managed the situation. I don't know what it was all about, but the signs read 'Save the Courthouse' and I was sure not getting involved in a demonstration dressed as I was.
   I made my cautious way back into the courtyard, past the VR room and the index terminals, and toward the door I knew had been at the back of the old jail. The kiddies were climbing the stairs as a group and, luckily, I was not spotted. The exit door was there all right, but a sign said it was to be used for emergencies only, and that an alarm would ring. I didn't want that, and so, started back up the length of the courtyard to try the old side entrance. Suddenly, from above, I heard the familiar voice of an outraged Alan. "Look, Mr. Brocious, someone stole the clothes from this dummy. It was that guy I pointed out earlier. Do you believe me now?"
   Uh, oh. My heart sank. I needed a place to hide, and quickly. The cell I had started from was right there. I stepped inside, used the heel of one of my shoes to jam the door shut, and sat down on the cold stone floor in a corner that could not be seen from the door. What would happen when I was discovered? How would I explain myself? My mind raced. My heart pounded. But, nothing happened for many minutes. Slowly, slowly I grew sleepy and then nodded off.

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   I woke up with the sun in my eyes and a smile on my lips. My dream had been a doozy. I grabbed a pencil and started jotting notes so it would not slip away as my brain took up the duties of the day. I know that the jail will likely not end up as the Castle of my dreams --- only kind hearts and deep pockets could manage that. Still, I now have my answer for the next person who asks, "What should they do with the old jail?"