In the bathroom of the corner house, there was an Andalasian woman with strawberry-orange hair and blue eyes, wearing a pink dress and matching ballet slippers. Her name was Giselle. And she was busy fixing her hair in front of the mirror for a ball. "Proteus dear, do hurry," Giselle called out. "We mustn't be late for the party, you know." "Giselle, unless I find my cuff links, we don't go to the party," Proteus called back. "And if we don't go to the party, I can never show my face on the boat again. And if I can never--" "OUCH!" cried Proteus, as he hopped around, holding his head.