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[ In the entrance hall a familiar-looking man is searching with frantic urgency through the same stocking over and over again, to the point where its glittery markings of GEORGE VILLIERS, DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM have already begun to fade.

Surprisingly and contrary to what any icon choice might lead people to believe that man, aka. Lord Buckingham's mirror is, in fact, not even a day younger than the regular duke himself, though it is certainly remarkable what modest clothing, a clean-shaven face and the absence of a perpetually smug grin can shave off in years.

Unsurprisingly only this particular mirror could be so naive as to believe that the Queen of Hearts only wishes to protect those on the real side by sending all mirrors to retrieve those keys. ]

No. Nonono, I told him it was dangerous, it must be here somewhere, it must...

[ And only that mirror could think that Lord Buckingham would have left behind his key willingly at nothing but an earnest plea.

But the stocking is empty, no matter how many times he searches through it.

And there can only be one explanation.

Lord Buckingham must have left the key to his door in his own room.

George nods decisively and hurries up the stairs. ]