Two seperate notes are pinned to the noticeboard asking to speak with Rupert Angier and Alfred Borden and saying to contact Murata Ken.

Murata will be waiting here for their replies.

It may be a little sooner than [he] anticipated or expected, but he had promised Julia. And when it came down to it, he didn't want to keep Lydia from her parents. Or parent, as the case may be. From a mother who did love her and would care for her as a child ought to be loved and cared for ( Read more... )

The well-stocked cellar of the Mansion is silent except for a faint, steady dripSomewhere a leak has developed. Drop by drop, perfectly good alcohol is trickling onto the floor, forming a slowly growing pool. A problem easily remedied, once it's discovered ( Read more... )

His eyes show no curiosity about the place he has found himself in. After all: He's been here before. He's holding a red rubber ball in his hand, which he bounces, carefully as he walks. A distraction. His whole world is one distraction after another. He's silent, never a man of too many words ( Read more... )

She's a most magnificent child of perhaps seven years old. Her dark curls are pulled into lengths of ribbons and she's dressed finely, toting a china-doll with a hand painted face in her little arms. Perhaps anyone who has seen or knows The Great Danton, Rupert Angier, might recognize her eyes, her smile, the simple composition of her body ( Read more... )

( A young woman steps into the Mansion, arms folded over her middle and her eyes lowered some, obviously reserved. She’s always been this way, though she is more so in recent months than ever. )

Like all of his kind, magicians, sorcerers, when Borden smiles it means something totally different. These days, anyway ( Read more... )