Outside the concert hall, Veronica suggested, "Maybe we should stay in Berlin. It will take six hours to get back to Frankfurt."
Both Oliv and I looked at her with confusion, and she stared back at us, seemingly puzzled by our reaction. After a moment, she realized her slip-up.
"Oh! Is there this weird wardrobe somewhere in Berlin?" Veronica asked.
I explained, "It's called The Observer, and yes, there is one. Maybe we could get to the house we bought?"
Veronica considered for a moment and then said, "Hmm... but there is no piano there..." She pouted slightly.
I reassured her, "Alright. Let's get to your house then. Is your mother home?"
Veronica replied, "She should be. But it doesn't matter. Let's go!"
After the conversation, we made our way to the Tiergarten, and through the Observer, we arrived at Frankfurt suburbs. From there, we took a taxi to Veronica's house.
