Hilda wiped off her makeup in front of the mirror. It was another successful performance thankfully. She didn’t want to end up like poor Barney the clown. She could still smell the blood. The doorway creaked open and she looked up. Her gaze instantly softened. It was that sweet little puppeteer again. She always had to fix their toys up for them.

“What’s the matter this time, sweetheart?” she asked and guided you to the seat in her dressing room.