Hans had the day off from work today, and having nothing better to occupy his time spent some time perusing the ninth arrondissement for the theater staging A Midsummernight's Dream. When he found the place, he slipped inside, intending to purchase a ticket for the next performance.

The door to the theater was unlocked - but there was no one at the box office. Disappointed, he thought to go home and return later - but then he heard voices coming from the theater proper.

He cautiously pushed open the theater door, and glanced towards the stage. There he saw an actor - Puck, from the costume- delivering lines in English. His attention was diverted by a more striking figure, however - the silhouetted form of Benoit. He drew in a sharp breath, mesmerized by how the shadows lent the strange Frenchman an almost otherworldly air. Fitting, considering the play...