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left inside a plastic bag, and the smell of the other passengers was revolting, their musk combining together to become one putrid mist.
     
    Sitting at the front, there was a humongous elephant of a man, wearing a white vest that didn’t cover enough of his hairy back. There were two people sitting about three seats in front of us; one of them had the longest neck I have ever seen. He was wearing an old bowler hat and had a large black moustache. He looked very unnerving, and the thought of his eyes gave a chill up my spin. There was a short woman residing next to him, she can’t have been taller than four foot. She also was wearing very old fashioned clothing, a Victorian dress, a corset around her chest. They both looked like they were ghosts of the past, wandering aimlessly through the six forty seven bus route. The only other person riding on this ghost bus was another woman. She had a fiery Mohican and tribal tattoos covering most of her face. She had her feet up on the seat and was banging her head to the death metal music loudly playing through the headphones she was wearing. After a short while I pressed the button to stop the bus.
     
    “Hay! What are you doing? It’s not our stop yet.” Eli said, pulling my arm away from the button.
     
    “Look, I want to see him as much as you do but I don’t want to get stabbed in the process.” I said, trying to get him on my side. “It’s only down the road from here anyway.”
     
    “Ok then, this bus is giving me the creeps anyway.” Eli said. We shuffled towards the exit, keeping our hands to ourselves. I stepped off the bus and breathed in the fresh air, not filling my lungs with the bus poisons. “Which way?” Eli asked.
     
    “Erm…” I stuttered and looked around for the sign hanging above the theatre. Far in the distance I spot it. The ‘Theatre Black’. We stroll in and sneak into the back of the venue. The act had already started and was hopefully nearly finished. I didn’t feel like watching another magic show, in fact I don’t think I’ll watch one again. Farro stood on stage with the same yellow trench coat and old, dusty hat. It must be a costume. The assistant was standing to the side of him, this time with green hair and an all-black ensemble. The eyes inside of the skull that was in Farro’s cane glowed green. It was if they were looking at me, telling me to leave. It didn’t want me here.
     
    “What’s the assistant’s name?” Eli whispered in my ear.
     
    “Why?”
     
    “Because she’s cute.” He said, nudging me with his elbow.
     
    “Look, we’re here to see Farro, keep your focus.” I said, shooting him a dark look to show that I was serious. Eli sighed and stepped slightly away from me. I leant over to him. “I think her names Roko.” I said, winking at him. He smiled and immediately stood up straight. The show ended and the curtains closed, the heavy, red velvet washing the act away as if it was a footprint in the sand and consumed by the sea’s waves. I froze and realised that I couldn’t postpone my task anymore. Behind the private door ahead of me, I could find the answers I’m looking for. Or a hell of a lot more questions.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    7 –MIRRORS-
     
     
     
    As everyone got up to leave, Eli and I moved towards the door marked ‘Private’. We desperately hoped the crowds of people leaving the theatre shaded us from the view of the security. It was a lacklustre security force, two or three guys wearing a name badge and holding a small torch. We slipped through the door unnoticed; finding ourselves in a brightly lit hallway that was painted pale blue. It was as if we were transported to an eerie abandoned hospital. We crept along the corridor, finding three doors on the left wall. I figured that they wouldn’t have their names plastered on the dressing room door, seeing as they were only here on an annual basis.
     
    “Which shall we go through?” I asked, to Eli pointing at the