Having read over a few of the messages made by the people he had collected, he saw that a few had grown bored with the lack of action, with the cooling temperatures yet pleasant skies. There were a few that had their own little dramas to fill the lull between now and the last thing that had happened here. Now it was time for him to do something, to add a little twist to their lives once again.
With a snap of his fingers things began to shift, the guests sent back, with a brief apology and a promise to allow them to return and continue out their fanatic fantasy. As for his employees, those that slept were scattered safely, those who were awake would experience a brief moment as if they had blacked out. When they awoke they would no longer be within the confines of his beloved resort. They were now placed separately within the vast city of New York. The city that stretched across Staten Island.
The city would be as it is in the present time. Cars lining the sidewalks, shops stocked, hot dog vendor carts on every corner. The only thing different is that every single person that made up the over eight million strong population, would now be gone. Domiciles left as if the person had simply gone on vacation, or to work, yet every single being within it had done so on the same exact day, at the same exact time. The population was now replaced by the 59 people that made up his staff.
There were, what he considered, 'small' changes to the island, the vast bridges that linked the island to the rest of the country lacked a large, impassable, section from each. Each of the tunnels flooded, and anyone who knew the Hudson River would never dive into it's murky depths, even if it meant freedom. Those who could fly wound meet an invisible force field ten feet from the opposite shore, another reason no one would want to swim the polluted waters of the rivers that make up the city and island. The only exception being the two little islands that make up the delta, the two most noticeable landmarks before the trade towers had come down: Ellis Island, and the Statue of Liberty. They could be reached by boat, but nothing farther than the two. The boats, or ferry's, will die once they go past five miles from the farthest point of Statue of Liberty island.
He hoped each and everyone of them enjoyed their holiday in New York city. It would be the only time some of them would see it, and some it would be the only time they would see it decorated for the holidays. The large tree in Rockefeller Center, trimmed up and lit-at night. The Ice Skating rink ready for use. Just in case he would keep an eye on them. Should anything go wrong, he would return them back to the Ridgeway as if they had never left, all they would have is the memories.