A desk, as far as Scorpius knows, is supposed to be delivered at the end of the week, but after almost half a year nobody believes in it anymore, and the only two employees of the Runes Investigation and Registration Department are sincerely unperturbed by the fact. He slams the door shut with a good bang; the doll staggers, topples over and knocks a cardboard box to the floor with its stiff legs. Avery lets out a tense, shy laugh.