Dukey waited for what was an unusually long time, then rapped sharply with the knuckles of his index and middle fingers on the solid door to Mr. Klutz's room.<br/><br/>"Mr. Klutz? Are you in there?" He wondered how he could have missed the man. He had only been gone a moment, to notify his mother of the prepared dinner waiting for them.<br/><br/>Hearing no response from within, he cautiously turned the knob, finding the door opened right up to him. Inside were several beautifully carved and crafted wooden objects of all sorts, and Dukey found himself caught up in amazement. But there was no sign of Mr. Klutz anywhere, except for some small tools scattered around what appeared to be the newest creation.<br/><br/>He noticed that the closet was open, and some garments seemed to have been moved aside, empty hangers between them. He figured that Mr. Klutz must be looking for him at that very moment. He thought the most likely place he could be would be the bathroom, and was stumped as to how he could have gone by him without seeing him.<em>The old man must be a ninja in his spare time, too,</em>Dukey mused.<br/><br/>He went to the closet quickly and pulled out some items that looked to be a good fit and put them on, before he proceeded to the bathroom for the second time, only to find Mr. Klutz hurriedly shutting the door, and then leaning back against the wall, looking pale, yet wide-eyed. "Umm...sir? Are you alright? Mr. Klutz, sir?" Dukey waved his hand in front of the man's face, but he just stared at the closed door. Dukey shrugged and returned to the kitchen, starting to shiver as he felt the cool mid-afternoon breeze blowing across his skin. Finally finding Clara in the kitchen, busily setting the table, he said, "I think your father might not be feeling well. He's outside the bathroom, looking drained and staring at the door. Is he prone to spells like this?"<br/><br/>"Maybe his blood sugar is low..." was all Dukey could think to suggest.