The Starlit Masquerade is rapidly approaching and Malcolm is locked up in his secluded cottage with the blinds tightly closed. Not a peep nor sliver of the main office can be seen, in nor out. Francis pranced around, following Malcolm frenetic energy as he steps between his bookshelves, tracing the spines for anything that could help him at all. Francis stood on top of a stack of books and nearly toppled it as he lept off to continue the tour of the room. Malcol...