MirrorMask Page #4

- Helena.

It's a bit drab, isn't it?

You know, you should think

about changing that.

Go for something

with a bit of dignity and style...

mixed with a bit of romance.

- Something like Valentine.

- Why? What's your name?

Valentine.

We were going to leave

the city today for good...

as soon as we'd rehearsed.

- I'm so sorry.

- Musicians, you know.

I can find another fiddle player.

They're a dime a dozen.

It's Bing.

You can't replace a juggler.

No one around here can juggle.

- I can.

- Of course you can. Yeah.

Where am I going to find someone

who can juggle like that?

- I already said...

- Hopeless. It's a complete disaster.

Poor old Bing.

He was one in a million.

He was me best mate.

I'll never ever forget him.

Well, onward and upward!

- Had you known him long?

- Who?

- You can juggle.

- I said I could.

Well.

You don't have a mask. And you're very dull.

But you're certainly better than nothing,

now that what's-his-name...

- Does everyone here have a mask?

- Of course.

How do you know if you're happy or sad

without a mask?

Or angry? Or ready for dessert?

I've got a face.

So let's get out of town.

Follow the rest of these oddments.

- Where are they all going?

- I have no idea.

- Excuse me.

- Yes?

Sorry, where are you all going?

We're leaving the city. Heading for the

hills. It's not safe here any longer.

Shadows completely ate my house

yesterday.

Isn't anyone going to do anything about it?

Since the queen fell asleep,

there's not a lot they can do.

They're looking for the charm,

to sort it all out...

- but we're off out of it.

- Over the hills and far away, Bernard.

This is bizarre.

So these shadows,

where do they come from?

The Dark Lands. Over the border, over there.

You know, this used to be a nice city...

plenty of opportunities to do a deal here

and a little deal there.

I mean, you wouldn't think it to look at me,

but I'm a very important man.

- I've got a tower.

- There she is, Sergeant.

If you don't mind,

could we have a little word with you?

Careful, Constable.

She's dangerous all right.

- Look at that changeable expression.

- I'm not dangerous.

Dangerous. Not dangerous. Same thing.

- Am I under arrest?

- Not exactly, miss.

- Or should I say, "Princess"?

- This is ridiculous.

We're just making sure

you get safely to the palace.

But I don't want to go to the palace.

- And I'm not a princess.

- Excuse me, officers.

This young lady

happens to be my business partner...

juggling associate

and my close personal friend.

I think there's been some mistake.

Wait!

It's me.

I'm asleep.

This is just a dream. It's not real.

Next.

Right...

- and you reckon that's the charm?

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