Summer woke up the next day lying on a fainting couch.

"Where am I?" she said, sleepily, "Oh yeah, I forgot. I dumped my family."

Summer got up from the fainting couch. She heard faint music in the background and she followed it. Leroux was playing the violin in his study as Summer came in.

"Good morning." said Leroux.

"Good morning." said Summer.

Summer looked around seeing the walls plastered with sheet music and blueprints.

"You did all this?" asked Summer.

"Yes, all of that is mine." said Leroux.

"Huh. I never expected a math teacher would be this creative. You're like my Grandpa Rick if he focused more on the right side of his brain."

"Actually, math and the arts go hand in hand. Ever heard of an octave?"

"Huh. That's a good point." said Summer.

Summer looked over at one of the blueprints on the wall.

"It says here that this maze you designed is made of mirrors. Is it suppose to be like a fun house?"

"Of sorts." said Leroux. "To be honest, I mostly hate mirrors; they always show the things you don't want to see."

"I know what you mean." said Summer, "I'm always waking up in the morning with a new blackhead."

Leroux had a stern expression on his face.

"Oh! You mean because of your deformity." said Summer, "Yeah, I guess it would suck to be constantly reminded of how different you are... Sometimes I wish I was different. There's nothing special about me."

"But you are." said Leroux, "You see the world far different from most girls your age."

"...Well I have been described as being a bit of a relativist, so I guess that's something."

Leroux smiled at Summer. Summer smiled back.