Thomasina placed the flower heads onto a brass plate beside the vase. She caught a glimpse of her reflection on the plate and jumped back. You’re losing the plot, she thought, looking at what she’d done to the flowers. She then looked down at her maid’s apron. “Tombie was right,” she said, lifting the hem, “what am I wearing?”
She decided to walk back to her boudoir to change her clothes and try to do something with her hair.
“It’s oddly quiet around here,” she pondered as she walked the empty corridors, “I wonder where the others have got to?”
She walked passed the Kitchen and decided to make herself something to eat instead of her previous plans.
In the old Dining Room in the East Wing, Tomette, Tummy, Fingers, Tombie, Tomelangelo, and the Honourable Tom were still sat in their same seats around the table. Tomstein now stood behind Tombie at the foot of the table.
“Zhere is only von sing for it,” Tomstein said to the group, “ve must capture Thomasina and somehow remove zhe spectre of Tom Tootee.”
“But where are we going to put it?” Tomette asked. “We can’t have spectres walking freely around the Mansion.”
“Wulod it be so bad,” Fingers asked, “we hvae zmoibes, mmmueis, wrewlovees and ldarees of the ostipopion wlankig aurnod aeladry.”
“I object!” The Honourable Tom complained.
“I have zhe very place. My second creation,” Tomstein pointed his fingers together, “ve capture Thomasina and use my patented mind transference machine to suck Tom Tootee out of her, and into my inanimate Tomster.”
“Inanimate Tomster?” Tombie asked, “what are you talking about, Tombert?”
“I have been working on a project to create life from an old shop dummy. Thomasina’s scream earlier today caused me to spill my life essence onto zhe dummy, vhich caused in turn for its eyes to open and it to sit up… but it moved no further. Putting Tom Tootee into zhe dummy vill stop him resurrecting himself every tventy years.”
“So we just capture a possessed Thomasina?” Tomelangelo asked. “I feel that will be a work of art in itself.”
“Ya,” Tomstein smirked, “but zhere too, I have a plan.”
To be continued…
The Mansionic Perspective 
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