The Dressing Room

Christ. I got some bloody amazing drugs off of a dealer in Cardiff and I've been tripping for days. Haven't been able to get in here until now. How is everyone? Not too comfortable, I hope.

Anyway - Ana, darling, come out from wherever you are... which, at this point, is probably the bloody closet. You're going to fucking Italy in a few days, you haven't packed, and your da and uncle are getting worried. Besides, you've been skipping more class than I usually do, which is just not on.

Hmm. I've gotten reports of various disappearances by the Minister and his respective family and associates, most of which point to this area. If anyone has seen Anaximander Corner around, please hand him over immediately. He is behind on our timetable.

And if there is anything illegal going on, I expect the perpetrators to vacate immediately- or at least while I'm here. This place seems shady enough as it is. Ta.