Laertes, Horatio, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern all went, wrapped up in the shape of Andrew Fallaize, to New York City and stayed with a friend in The Village. The only news we have is: ‘It’s a blast!’ and something about martinis.
Hamlet is back in London and rejoined his Ophelia.
Polonius went back to his Mrs Polonius and their children, to whom he took back a veritable suitcase of trophies plucked from all corners of the tour – something from Indiana, Texas, Illinois, and Tennessee.
Gertrude and Claudius hit Route 66 in a Toyota – they took up the mother road in Oklahoma and followed it to California. In Malibu Canyon, staring over the Pacific ocean, they wrote down their ultimate mileage – 2,621
Here are some pictures from their travels, the captions are Shakespeare’s – the perspective is out of Hamlet:

1. ‘But look, the morn in russet mantle clad
Walks o’er the dew of yon high eastward hill’
(Horatio – Monument Valley, Utah)

2. ‘Do it, England,
For like the hectic in my blood he rages,
And thou must cure me’
(Claudius – Grand Canyon, Arizona)

4. ‘Nay, I know not. Is it the King?’
(Hamlet – Lansky’s, Clothier to the King, Memphis)
Now wears his crown’
(Ghost – Lansky’s, Clothier to the King, Memphis)