In the bathroom of the corner house, there was a British woman with golden blonde hair and violet eyes, wearing a gold necklace, a pink dress, and matching pumps. Her name was Aurora. And she was busy fixing her hair in front of the mirror for a ball. "Eric dear, do hurry," Aurora called out. "We mustn't be late for the party, you know." In the bedroom, there was an Atlantican man with black hair and blue eyes, wearing a white shirt, dark blue pants, and black boots. His name was Eric, Aurora's husband. And he was looking for his gold cuff links through some drawers. "Take that!" Fievel called.