Vincent continued examining the exhibits until he reached a circular room with several masks covering the wall from top down. As he moved, the masks seemed to turn, it was a clever trick of the eye but they soon lost his attention as he spotted a girl sobbing at the side of the room. "Erm, hello?" She was young, he guessed about seven to nine years old. "Are you lost?"<br/><br/>The strangest thing was answered with an even tone, "I- I... I can't find daddy! I thought I could find him here  but- but- but.... he's not here!" She buried herself into the plushie bunny again.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Hmm?</span>Vincent crouched down, "Hey, stop crying, I'll bring you to the reception counter okay?" He reached out to pull her to her feet but she yelped and leaped away from him. Likewise, he retracted his fingers as though burnt. The last thing he needed now was to be accused of being a pedophile. He got up, "Okay, follow me and you can find your father."<br/><br/>"Find daddy?"<br/><br/>"Yes. Find daddy. Now follow me." He waited until she was standing before moving off. She seemed to have some trouble carrying the doll around but after awhile she adjusted and seemed fine, nipping one of the ears of the plushie rabbit. They reached the counter with relative uneventfulness. Vincent was inclined to wait around at the counter for her father to appear first before continuing on his tour of the museum.<br/><br/>"What your name?" Asked the receptionist as she took out a pen, poising it over a piece of paper.<br/><br/>"Eve." The girl said with a muffled voice; she had her head buried still in the plushie.<br/><br/>"Your last name?"<br/><br/>The girl named Eve just shook her head. Deciding not to make her job more difficult the receptionist nodded and slipped the paper below the counter.