At King Horace's castle, as the sun began to set in the mountains over the horizon, Horace was standing at the window looking outside, patiently waiting for his daughter to show. Mr. Turner was also with him, but he was busy eating. Horace then watched the sun sets down. He was glad that the thirteen years are almost over, and, supposedly, Penelope Spectra's curse had failed, but he wondered where his daughter was. It had been thirteen years, and he might have forgotten what she looks like now. Mr. Turner, however, didn't seem to notice the sad expression of Horace. Mr. Turner: Skumps!