[Voice]

[exploring_game]

Mr. Fakir's gone.

His room is all empty, so I can't even check his closet for a secret stash of dashing capes, or stories, or ballet music records.

I guess that means the Other-Fakir behind the mirror's gone too. Good riddance. 

Comments

[kindly_done]

Was that a friend of yours?

[exploring_game]

Not really. He was sort of grumpy. All the time!

[kindly_done]

Well, that's too bad.

[exploring_game]

He was a good dancer, though. I wish I could have learned ballet as good as him and Miss Rue.

[kindly_done]

Do you dance?

[exploring_game]

A little bit, but I'd never been in an advanced class.

[kindly_done]

...It's too bad there's no one around here to teach things like that.

[exploring_game]

Once the mansion turned into a dance and art school for a few days? But I was mostly doing costume designs.