In the bathroom of the corner house, there was an Atlantican-Canadian with bright red hair and bluish green eyes, wearing a light bluish purple gown and matching shoes. Her name was Ariel. And she was busy fixing her hair in front of the mirror for a ball. "Eric dear, do hurry," Ariel called out. "We mustn't be late for the party, you know." "Ariel, unless I find my cuff links, we don't go to the party," Eric called back. "And if we don't go to the party, I can never show my face in the kingdom again. And if I can never--" Unfortunately, he got cut off by bumping his head on the open top drawer.