Being free from its prison ought to have meant that it had something to do with itself, even on weekday evenings. It should not have been sitting at its kitchen table, contemplating drinking a bottle of wine alone versus watching people through their mirrors. It could, of course, fill up the bathtub and watch people a bit more casually, but generally speaking, it disapproved of such blatant wasting of water. The wine had been rather expensive, too.

Well, then, that left the bathroom mirror. Might as well make good use of a little casual perusing of the neighborhood. It was fairly certain of the marquis's whereabouts, but it had no idea what she was doing in the City. Setting its hand against the mirror, it peered into it. Well, this did not appear to be her home unless she lived with the man that Islington was presently staring at. He did not look like the sort of person that Door would spend time with (far too clean for one), but she was out of her element here, and one never quite knew what sort of company people kept when one was not there. Alternatively, he might be able to give Islington directions.

It coughed softly and said, "Excuse me."