Marcel glanced idly about the kitchen and sighed, his fingers gently grasping the stray hairs from his face and pushing them out of the way. Too which they simply fell back to where they had been before this action. His footsteps were silent as he walked out of the kitchen, the desire for something unknown to him nagging at the back of his mind. He was silent in more aspects than just his footsteps as he wandered about and into the halls once more. It was only when he walked among its corridors that he remembered all of the objects he place in the cases and on the walls. "My "catalog" of things, or something..." he said softly as he walked with his hands behind his back. Marcel tipped his head up as he looked all over the walls and roof of the hallways. In fact, he barely heard the sound of feet on the ground before he almost decided to find Damian. For a fleeting moment, in on of the castle utmost hallways, in one of its utmost corners, what appeared to be an ethereal figure was by a window.<br/><br/>The shape was clearly opening the window, and as she fit herself and her elegant dress into the shape of the window, she fell through and disappeared. It was at this point that Marcel was running, and when he got there with his hands planted onto the windows surface. It was then he realized he had this window barred like many were in the castle. He gently released he bars, his shirt all tousled and his eyes wide with confusion and momentary disbelief. The vampire then shook his head and lay his pale forehead gently onto the cold bars while his hands lay softly onto the metal as well. For a moment, footsteps sounded again, and he glanced to his left.