Important guest
Marie: I remember, on that morning I was going to take a walk in the garden, but got carried away by a book…
Task: Go through the bedroom in ghosts mode.
A very familiar mist envelops the room. You see Marie sitting in a chair be the fireplace. She’s consumed by the book.
Robert: The Adventures of Oliver Twist?
Marie: Uncle?
Robert: Girls of your age usually read "Pride and Prejudice" by Jane Austen or at least "Jane Eyre" by Charlotte Bronte. Although Samuel would have approved your choice.
Marie: Uncle Robert, how wonderful of you to come!
Robert: And what else could I do after sending a carriage for my beloved niece only to receive a rebellious letter about declaring war against her stepmother?
Marie: It was not rebellious at all! I just… There was nothing else I could do, uncle.
Marie turns red and averts her eyes.
Robert: Marie, Advent is no time for offences and arguments, and I am not an inquisitor holding pliers. You will tell me of your relationship with Lynette on your own free will, if you feel like it. And now I’ve got a present for you.
Marie: But it’s usually not done before the Christmas Eve …
Robert: Well, you will promise to not open it. And not even until the Christmas Eve, but… until the time comes.
Marie: Thank you, uncle. But how will I realize it came?
Robert: You know, Marie, sometimes there’s a moment in your life, when you think "now or never". And then you understand you must make a choice, a very important choice. Like the one your father has made once.
Marie: Thank you, uncle Robert. Thank you so much. Sometimes I think you’re the only person that understands me.
Robert: Marie, people are not as bad as they seem to be. And they don’t perform their deeds just to hurt someone. But I guess we should already go to your stepmother’s dinner. By the way, I recommend you to read "David Copperfield". You will like it.
You completed the task and received some points of freedom and some tokens
Marie: How?.. Are these just my memories? Are they real?.. Uncle Robert didn’t die here, he wasn’t here on that evening… That evening never happened. It just didn’t. It’s just wonderful, Feather!
