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"I don't suppose your lizard friend can check for us? He looks like he might be able to slip under the door. All he has to do is check if the clapper is still in place."

"I can't tell him what to do," Sunflower shrugs. "I can try, but it's anyone's bet as to if he'll listen."

As it turns out, Mortimer the lizard has already scurried under the door. He comes back a moment later and starts dancing.

"Ding! Dong! Ding! Dong!"

"That probably means it's active," Sunflower mutters. "If we want to avoid drawing too much attention, we'll need another way in."

As it turns out, you have a thought on that.

"I saw an open window earlier. It's not really feasible for any of us to get in through the gap, but the night doctor is on the other side. We could have Mortimer talk to him, and ask to be let in without causing a disturbance. The only problem is, when I left him, he'd been hit with a sleeping dart of some kind."

Sunflower looks concerned.

"Sleep darts, you say? Those aren't easy to come by. At least, not ones that work on humans."

"I'll be happy to tell you more about what I know once Mortimer's safely inside, but my more immediate concern is how to wake the doctor up."