The Victorian Quarter was also known as the Invisible Quarter because of the thick fog that enveloped it from dawn to dusk, making it impossible to see past the end of your nose.

“I'll be lucky to find this...” thought Mickey straining his eyes to see, but the more he looked, the less he saw, and he ended up bumping into a door. It was only when he raised his head that he realized he was right underneath the sign of The White Mouse, an old timber-fronted pub. He had heard stories about this place, especially from Marzabar, while he sat with his enormous bowls of cereal, but the reality far exceeded the fantastical stories he'd heard; to start with, there were the patrons.

There were two that must have come straight from a costume party: one was dressed as the Mad Hatter and the other as a snowman. But Mickey was more interested in the patron sitting beside them—PIPWOLF.

He turned pale when he saw Mickey.

“Don't send me to her!” he pleaded.

Mickey reassured him: he only wanted an explanation.

The waiter seated them at a secluded table and asked with a chuckle, “Shall I bring the normal menu or the other one?”

Pipwolf bristled, asking in a loud voice for the normal menu.

It was time for some explanations. It seemed that in the park, Pipwolf had mistaken Minnie for...

“Manny! The mirror was for her. But he was chasing me, so I hid it in the compact, are you following me?”

Mickey was even more confused. “Who was following you?” he asked.

Pipwolf's ramblings did nothing but make the situation worse. “You must follow me.”

“When I saw you with her I didn't think that she's there and she never comes here. Do you understand?”

No. Mickey didn't understand a thing. When the waiter arrived carrying the other menu, the “Mad Hatter” and the “Snowman” rushed to congratulate Pipwolf: he was in the company of a “traveler”, even if he was just novice. Mickey was resentful. A novice? He had traveled halfway around the world!

The “Mad Hatter” chuckled, “What did I tell you? He's only visited this world!”

At that point Mickey was officially confused, but more than anything, he felt the shiver down his spine become more noticeable.

Pipwolf, meanwhile, was trying to find a way to remove himself from all the celebrations. When the entire room raised their glasses to toast his new role of “guide”, Pipwolf hurried to leave The White Mouse, dragging Mickey behind him.

Now Mickey really was annoyed. Thrown out onto the street twice in the same day? He blurted out, exasperated, “I only wanted to know why this mirror reflected the face of someone else, but...”

Mickey stopped dead: Pipwolf looked as if he'd just seen a ghost.

“Can you see him?” Pipwolf asked, disconcerted.

Mickey no longer felt like getting caught up in meaningless talk.

“You know this Manny, you take it to her. I wouldn't find out the secret of the reflection, of course. But no matter, I have had enough!” he exclaimed.

Pipwolf, however, wasn't listening. He lifted his head and sniffed nervously at something in the fog.

Mickey just began to feel the shiver down his spine, which was even more intense than before, when a menacing shadow emerged from the fog. Something, or rather someone, was upon him. EXr6287u6NNVz+GYLY+7SBsrcqIjTEksQl6hvkLhtOzogwUEg6k7NKkMkEKPp6LyPax8lT9VnO+uJTeQipvxVw==