The twins remained silent, mostly because they barely understood anything being said. They didn't quite like feeling so uneducated, but Scrooge wasn't trying to make them feel dumb. They understood that. They stayed together, eager to get all the strangers out - though that last one was a puzzler. They both quietly mulled, looking at the window with similar expressions and gestures.

"That was the lone rock when we were twelve, wasn't it?" Magica asked Poe.

"No, that was the lower left window on the veranda." Poe answered. "This was the rock with the crude note wrapped around it when we were fourteen."

"Ah." Magica gave a half shrug. "There are no original blue prints or references for anything anywhere of this mansion. We can't even remember what we've lost, so the only restoration we need is just to make things whole once more."