[ Sighing, well, wheezing, Vanessa tries not to look as crestfallen as she feels at the continued mystery. Though she doesn't hate it, much as she might act like it, she knows time isn't on anyone's side. ]

A dollhouse?

[ How familiar. ]

Why doesn't he stay? [ She wants to reach for him, but she stills her hand at her lap. He could disappear again with the wrong pressure applied. ] Do you want to stay? You could make a show to all of your umbrella and your dollhouse.