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Vera looked down at the mess that was her blouse. Amazing that one small dog could cause so much mess all at one go. She rummaged about in her trunk for a new blouse that a) wasn't soaked and b) didn't smell vaguely of puppy. Finally, she found something suitable and slipped it on.

"Now. Where did that little reprobate get off to?" She slipped out the door and began calling quietly, "Vivaldi! Here boy! I've got some bacon!" She thought to herself that she shoud, at some point actually get some bacon to back up the enticement. But that was for another day.

She wandered the corridors for a while, glancing under tables and into cabins that had slightly opened doors. She was starting to get slighlty worried when she bumped into Dr Montsnmags as he stepped out of his room.

"Sorry... dear lady. I wasn't paying... attention to where I was... going."

"Have you seen VIvaldi?" Vera asked, "He seems to have run off"

"Yes... I have seen... him. Smallish grey... dog, bearded... face, perpetual... odor? You have had him around for several... days."

As with most conversations with Dr Montsnmags, Vera had to stop for a few moments to try and put all the pieces in proper order. "No, I mean that he has run off and I was wondering if you had seen him in the last few minutes?"

"Seen... him? Not... probably."

"If you do, could you grab him and bring him back to me? I'm beginning to think that I should be concerned about him."

"Very... well."