“Sorry, we should have warned you about the Modular Room Technology™ that we used,” the Vampire contractor told the deadpan, half-asleep Professor over the phone. The sun was just rising and the contractor was finishing his work for the day. “All you have to do is use the control box…”

“What control box?”

“The one beside you.”

The Professor stared at the box next to him on the wall. He looked at it at an angle, and then voiced, “Oh, I thought that it was a rather ugly painting of boxes.”

The Vampire, unperturbed, continued, “All you have to do is to get the device to move the rooms into the positions that you want… kind of like a jigsaw puzzle.”

The Professor hung up and called Bill to rearrange the rooms.

Ms. Flats was a kindly old lady who co-ran a music store next to the Professor’s office. At the moment she was deciding what to wear to the celebration at another neighboring building, the mysterious WorldMaker Industries. Her co-managers, Mr. Sharps and Mr. Whatnot were busying themselves cleaning the music store and closing it. Al Tamborino, the part-time janitor chuckled at the absent-minded (and nearly insane) attempts to clean the store. Meanwhile, unnoticed, a short man in a waistcoat and top hat (which looked really ridiculous with his large pointy ears) was examining the fine merchandise.