The bathroom was really a powder room covered with mirrors from floor to ceiling. Who would ever want to see themselves sitting on the toilet a thousand times over? Too tacky, she thought. She put the lid down and sat on the toilet to plot her next move. This certaintly isn't the bathroom that he and Osmond where bathing in she mused. There was something about this man that got under her skin and it's just not ruggedly handsome face or quirky behaviour. She didn't believe for one minute that he was a ventriloquist. There was a dark and other worldly quality to the voices. She saw something out of the corner of her eye and notiiced that all mirrors were fogged up. Chills ran down her back as the air in the room suddenly got cold. She threw the door opened and flew out of there and plowed right into him. She threw her arms around his neck and clung to him scared out of her wits. "I came to tell you to run the fan; the humidity in there is terrible." He told her matter of factly.