“She is a-courting, one-two-three-” the light of the floor was reduced to nothing more than a small circle around him as the ballroom was reduced to near total darkness as the mass fell upon him. The mirrors along the walls reflected the lone human as the darkness enclosed him in multifaceted clarity. He closed his eyes, swung up and then brought the hammer’s head down onto the floor with every ounce of force he could muster. “Please won’t ye tell me who is she!?” 