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After the excitement of yesterday, Walter's back to being Walter. Sweeping the floor of the bar like he didn't fight off an Opera Ghost yesterday. Just busying himself around at being Walter.
Until he stops in the middle of the floor and stares. At the door.
Quietly, unobtrusively, Walter stumbles over to the kitchen and returns his broom. Then he makes his faltering way to the front door, and slips out.
His Mum needs him. The Opera House needs him.
The show must go on.
fin