When Theodore left the room where the soiree was being held, he did not immediately leave the Simpsons' mansion.
He took a turn in the corridor he was walking in, tailing someone. His strides were long and regal as he continued to walk. His ears picked up a screeching noise, and he took yet another turn.
Theodore had only taken a few steps into the corridor when his eyes caught the scene in front of him.
An unconscious maid, or maybe even dead, lay on the cold floor, trapped under the hold of someone. But Theodore couldn't care less; the uninterested look in his eyes said this much.
An ugly, old, hag-looking face snapped its head at where Theodore stood. Her slit eyes bore into him, and her jagged teeth sneered angrily at him.
But a second later, her slit eyes turned normal. Her jagged teeth became an almost perfect shade of white, and her once vile-looking face now belonged to a beautiful lady. Ha! Sheer deception.
