"There's a bunch of people after us!"
Go down the stairs.
"I know! But if they were already down in the metro tunnel, then they must be using tracking magic! We have to get down into Old Town fast! No tracking magics ever work there!"
Using elbow tactics your make your way down the stairs, Lisa right behind you. On bottom of the stairs you find wide hand carved tunnels going multiple directions. Supports are partially carved out of live stone and rest are made of wood. Some supports have been carved into art, giant snakes or statues holding the tunnel on their backs, some supports have more traditional engravings. Tunnels are lit via various means. In some tunnels you see power cables hanging from ceiling and gritty 60 watt light bulbs providing light. Some have torches, others have odder type of bluish lanterns.
And people here are real culture shock. Humans in so numerous styles of worn clothing that you wouldn't be suprised if there was a cosplaying convention somewhere. Big muscular gray dudes with flat face and notable fangs. Knee high garden gnomes come navigating between feets of larger beings. People with horns.
You stop to stare all this like an idiot. Lisa runs past you and pulls you towards tunnel with torches.
(No idea where William came from 
)
"Sure, its upstairs first room to the right."
While Lisa is showering Samuel shall call the police again and demand to have a cop come to his house now. He has a child, that was covered in mud, wandering into his house half starved talking about people trying to kill her. If that is not a worthy matter for someone to be sent to investigate into, then the neighborhood might as well stop calling the police.
"Thanks." Lisa stuffs her mouth full with both hands, carefully takes the clothes and runs into the shower.
Police says that all of their patrols are preoccupied at moment, but one will stop by as soon as they have time.
Unload my glock into the guy's face, ignoring the pain as i am still at least half drunk, and remember! Hit the one in the middle!
Oh right, the big guy must be following the doggie! You partially sit up and aim the pistol to direction of trashed room. Yes, here he comes! Bang bang bang! But the big guy is not where you are aiming to. He dropped low and rolled out of the way and now you are out of bullets!
And your phone rings. Judging by
the ringtone it is that crazy Dr. Von Glitzinger.
Throw the door open and drag whoever is knocking inside, pointing my pistol at their face. "Who sent you? How did you find this place? Were you followed?"
It turns out to be scared street urchin, gender unidentifiable due all dirt covering his/her face and clothes.
"Nobody sent me I'm sorry don't shoot me I'm just trying to hide from bad guys pleaseletmegoIpromiseIwonttellanyone!"
Ask where she wants to hide, and suggest hiding in the wine cellar downstairs.
"Where do you want to hide? Mommy keeps her alcohol downstairs, we could hide there?"
"Can it be locked from inside? If yes, that would be great."
"Science magic works through something called 'physics' which describes the arcane rules that scientist magicians use to weave spells. This spacecraft is powered by science magic spells, for example. How does magic work in Undertown? And is there any way to block that kind of magic?"
Pull over by the side of the road and take the personal star cruisers (two of the 6V-engine, turbo gasoline powered Segways) out of the trunk.
"Do you know how to ride one of these? We have to get rid of the spaceship because they may have seen its standard intergalactic identification number."
((Sorry about the edit, forgot what the segway was called.))
((I question sanity of using turbocharged V6 engine for a Segway, but whatever, you are the crazy inventor. Don't expect much of mileage for these.))
"I guess we mean different things with science. Eh, there's lots of magic types down there, each with their own rules. All forgotten by the world above. I don't know any way to block magic, but I suppose there's some. I never really studied magic that much."
Lisa stares at your Segways black expression on her face. "I don't even know what those are."
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