The kind Dr. Kahl opened the door to his house, expecting to only see the rat, the cat, and maybe his daughter. To him, opening the door and seeing a strange girl talking to Werner was quite the surprise, but he didn't seem alarmed. It wasn't like he had anything for her to steal. Sure, Biddy talked to him about Enid, but Biddy mentioned that she was fifteen years old...and to him, this girl looked no older than ten.

"Eh…'scuse me?" Dr. Kahl asked, looking at the girl with curious grey eyes that were the same shade as his daughter's. Enid smiled shyly. She didn't exactly expect to meet him in...this way. She'd kinda expected Biddy to be the one to introduce her to him. She was a bit flustered, considering that it definitely looked like she was breaking into his house.

"H-Hi there! You must be Dr. Kahl!" She said, Werner waving to his good friend. Dr. Kahl noticed that the rat didn't seem to be afraid of her...or even alarmed.

"That's me. And who might you be, little darling?" Dr. Kahl asked, a rather gentlemanly smile on his sweaty, greasy face. He didn't seem that startled about having a stranger in his house. Like I said before, he didn't have much of anything for her to steal.

"My name's Enid Edwards, sir. I'm sure your daughter's talked about me a whole lot," Enid gushed. Dr. Kahl nodded, though he seemed surprised that this was the one that Biddy constantly talked about.

"VHAT?! YOU'RE ZE ONE WHO STOLE ZE DEVIL'S DICE?!" Werner asked.

Oh no. Not another explanation. Enid hated doing those. She tried to explain to both the doctor and the rat that she found the dice in South Carolina, which was probably a world that seemed about as real to them as La La Land or the place that Werner saw in his war flashbacks, but it was as true as true can be. Both Dr. Kahl and Werner seemed to be understanding, as far-fetched a Enid's story was.

"I see. My girl's never really told me that much of the story. Please, Miss Edwards, you don't have to sit on the floor. Me sofa's not that comfortable, but it's at least a little better," Dr. Kahl said, going to boil himself a kettle for his evening tea.

"Thank you, sir. I've heard plenty of good things about you from Werner. You seem very social and very intelligent," Enid smiled, watching him scamper around the kitchen and use what he had. She could only assume that he was nothing short of an excellent father to Biddy...who could be a lot to handle when she was in a mood. She was usually calm and content, but she could get overly happy, overly dramatic, overly sad, overly angry….and overly rude.

"Werner and I have been friends for around twenty-six years now. The two of us have been through a lot, especially after Patsy…" Dr. Kahl started, then immediately stopped himself. Patsy was his wife. He didn't want to talk about it.

"Dr. Kahl, please, stop stressin' yourself out like that! You've just gotten home! I'm sure workin' on the robot all day has ya tired. Please, doctor, sit down. I'll make your tea for ya," Enid said, giving a small curtsey as she led Dr. Kahl to where she had been sitting on the sofa, taking over. All throughout her journey, her friends had served her, so she figured that she'd make herself useful for once and serve someone else.

"You're such a sweet little thing, Miss Edwards. I must thank you for this, as well as keeping Werner company. He loves to talk, as you can probably tell," Dr. Kahl said, looking at the daily newspaper. He smiled, seeing that this was the time of the week where the new chapter of Biddy's novel would be published.

"I might as well see what Franchesca's up to…" Dr. Kahl said, skipping most of the actual news and flipping to the back of the paper, where Biddy's next chapter was published. This was one of the most dramatic chapters that ever came out of her, where Franchesca's best friend, Estiennette, had just miscarried her fifth child, and was now blaming some kind of unknown entity or the Angel of Death for stealing all of her unborn children from her. This is the same chapter in which Guillemette, Franchesca's vain, worldly younger sister, tied her corset too tight, got stuck in it, and died.

"Oh, that girl...she doesn't seem like the type who'd write something like this," Dr. Kahl said as he shook his head, reading on. "It's because I let her read all of my books when she was little. It has to be. She's engraved the bloody content into her memory…"

"Pardon me, Dr. Kahl? Were ya talkin' to me?" Enid asked, pouring the now boiling water into the teacup.

"Ah! No, no, Miss Edwards, I was just talkin' to myself about Biddy's writing," he said, Enid walking over to him with his tea.

"Oh, Biddy writes? She has it published in the newspaper?"

"Well, sort of. She's begged the publisher to keep it anonymous...but she has a certain je ne sais quoi to her writing that can be seen in her letters to friends...and pretty much everyone in Inkwell Isle knows it's her. No one's said anything because they're all afraid of makin' her upset with them…" Dr. Kahl exchanged the newspaper with Enid for the tea so Enid could read a bit of it.

"Dr. Kahl...your daughter is so melodious and uplifted! Are you sure that you're readin' the right story?" Enid asked, skimming the paper for a brighter, happier story before giving it back to Dr. Kahl when she realized that there wasn't one.

"No, no. This is the right story...and I think I'm starting to see the meaning behind my daughter's characters."

"What do you mean, doctor?"

"Estiennette's constant miscarriages...I believe that Bridget wrote her like this because she thinks that she won't be able to have little ones of her own. She's not as sick as she was as a child, but she's still sickly. All she's ever wanted was a little boy of her own. Of course, she's taken good care of the two young ones from Isle One, but she...she's always desired her own son. I just don't think that she's healthy enough carry one, y'know? She feels as if the Devil has cursed her and made her unable to find a husband. She's twenty-five...and she feels as if she's getting too old to marry and at least try to have the son that she desires.

Not only that, but another character of hers, Chrestienne, once disguised herself as a man and worked odd jobs to try and get more money for herself and her poor husband after her rich, socialite family disowned her. Whenever Bridget was finally starting to recover, she tried something like this. We were as poor as can be, and she wanted to try and find work to repay me for taking care of her for so long. I tried to convince her not to, but she refused to listen. She grabbed my scissors, cut her hair off, and wore some of my old clothes. As much as she looked like a tramp, there was no denying that she was a woman. People wouldn't hire her, and once she knew that her plan had failed, she locked herself in her room and wept over her hair for days."

"Dr. Kahl...I'm so sorry to hear that!" Enid cried. Dr. Kahl just shook his head.

"Erm...when I'm done with my tea, how about I take you to see the robot? I understand that you've sen him before when Biddy went and ran off from you, but I'm sure he'd like to see you again," he said, trying to cheer himself up.

"Oh, of course! I'd love to meet the robot again! Whenever Biddy, Cuphead, Mugman, and I first came to Isle Three, I saw you workin' on him. I've been interested ever since!" Enid said meekly, smiling. The Doctor nodded, taking another sip of his tea.

"Dr. Kahl, you should charge people to see him. You could make a fortune by doin' that, y'know," Enid smiled.

Dr. Kahl let out a gentle laugh, shaking his head again. "Enid, little darling, I couldn't do that. Why would I charge people to see my scrappy old robot? He's just a personal companion, is all. He was never meant to impress anyone," he replied. Enid now understood how he had gotten his reputation as being kind-hearted.

Finally, Dr. Kahl had finished his tea and put his white lab coat back on, turning off the lights as he and Enid left the house, going to the laboratory as evening fell on the city. Lights were starting to flicker on, and nightlife was already booming; jazz music could be heard from every direction. It reminded Enid so much of South Carolina. She remembered when she and a servant would be walking home from running errands and she'd hear the music. Excitedly, she would peek into bars and nightclubs to watch the performances until the staff realized that she was merely a child and kicked her out.

The two then reached the laboratory, Dr. Kahl unlocking the door and letting Enid in. It was in the junkyard, so it looked a little mangled and rotten, but there were so many little mechanical trinkets laying here and there that it added a sense of mystery to it. Dr. Kahl's laboratory was something that you'd probably see in a steampunk fantasy novel.

Enid's eyes sparked as she looked around. She heard the faint chiming of a cuckoo clock, signaling that it was no around seven in the evening. The clock reminded her of dear old Wally Warbles!

Dr. Kahl led Enid through yet another door to the main yard, where the robot stood idle. Grabbing a remote, he pushed a button, and Enid gasped as she watched the automaton come alive. The eyes glowed, he twitched a bit, and he grinned, waving at his creator.

"Good evening! I've brought Miss Edwards with me...I believe you've met her before!" Dr. Kahl said to his creation, waving back. Enid seemed a bit nervous, but curtseyed at the robot, who immediately got down on his hands and knees to get a better look at the two. He slowly pointed a finger at Enid, who didn't understand at first, but then realized that he was trying to shake her hand. Grabbing onto his finger, the robot quickly shook his entire arm, leaving the girl quite tired afterward!

"Here, little darling! Come with me!" Dr. Kahl said, grabbing Enid's hand and helping her get into some kind of cockpit inside of the robot's head. Nodding a little, the robot stood up, lifting the two up in the air. Enid gasped as she realized that she could see nearly all of Inkwell Isle! In the distance, she was able to see so many places that she'd once visited before. She saw Hilda's house, one of the Die Houses, and the roller coaster...turning around, she saw the rickety old house that Dr. Kahl called his home. She swore that she could see the shadows of Biddy and her friends having their conversation below, though they were only specks.

"You know...I think your daughter may truly be in love, Dr. Kahl," Enid suddenly said rather shyly, thinking about Biddy for some reason. Dr. Kahl shook his head, and she felt a deep shudder from the robot.

"In the name of all that is holy, I hope not. I'd rather see my Bridget with any man in Inkwell than with that blasted Dice. I hope she'll get over herself soon...she does love the attention of men..but it doesn't necessarily means that she loves them."

"Really? Mr. Dice is the only man I've ever seen her crave attention from."

"Oh, little darling, you haven't known her as long as I have. She's so worried about marrying a rich man that she's tried to woo just about every heir in the whole Isle. As expected, many of them aren't too keen on marrying someone of...low status, and they reject her. Besides, I swear every woman in Inkwell Isle has a crush on Dice after a while, but they usually come to."

"I don't think that Biddy ever will, doctor."

"That's what I'm afraid of, too, Miss Kahl."

At this moment, Enid felt as if she'd just been struck by lightning. When she entered the house, she expected to meet some kind of mad scientist who had a kind heart, but mostly focused on pouring the pink liquid into the blue liquid and watching it blow up. Yes, this was evident in his personality, but Enid was starting to see much, much more. She saw a father. She saw a father who cared so much for his daughter and was genuinely afraid that she would run off with a sleazy man.

"Well, Dr. Kahl, if this means anything to you, I've met him. He's shown me compassion that I believe he could show your daugh-"

Enid's speech was cut off by a presence below...a loud yell, in which she immediately recognized as Werner. The robot let the two down, and the rat, as jittery as can be, made his way up to Enid's shouler again, shaking his head.

"Doctor, your daughter has just come home. It is ein Disaster," Werner said, explaining the situation. Dr. Kahl sighed.

"By George, can't that girl ever have fun in her life? She's so focused on this bloody man that she's gone numb everywhere else! If she would just listen to anything I had to say, she'd be in a stable home by now," Dr. Kahl said. Anyone who read the last Biddy Intermission knew quite well that the woman didn't agree with her father when it came to the subject of marriage and suitors. "But, it's late, Miss Edwards. I recommend you stay the night..but don't worry about Bridget. I can take care of her."

Enid, Dr. Kahl, and Werner made their way back to the house, where they saw the damsel in distress. Biddy lay on the couch, swooning as her face was already red with what seemed like anger.

"What's wrong with you now, woman? What did he call you?" Dr. Kahl asked, an angry tone to his voice, which was something that Enid didn't expect, considering how calm he seemed to be.

"Oh, Father, it's worse! He's said nothing to me directly, but his actions cannot be forgiven! He's invited some wretch from the casino to the party over me! He went and invited bloody Pirouletta over me! I've made a complete and utter fool of myself! Oh, Father! Oh, Lord, have mercy on me!" Biddy shrieked. Enid expected her to faint.

"Would you just calm down? I for one think that's a great thing. He can go off and dance with someone just as corrupt as he is," Dr. Kahl said.

"YOU STOP THAT TALK THIS INSTANT!" Biddy argued. Right after, she let out a cry of despair running into her father's arms. "Oh, Father, Father, I'm a wretch! Forgive me for scolding you! I am not worthy of any love!" She cried, Dr. Kahl just sighing.

"Bridget, I'm not going to tell you again. Calm yourself. There's no need to get like this over a man of all things...especially one whom you have just as many bad times with as you do good! Maybe his inviting Pirouletta is for the better," Dr. Kahl said, but Biddy still wasn't calm.

"Father, this potential engagement means so much to me! I am tired of being poor, Father!" Biddy cried, Enid's eyes widening.

"Y-You told me that it was for more than...I thought-" Enid started, but Biddy got up, turning her back to both her father and her friend.

"These are troubling times, Enid. I do consider the two of us good friends. He seems to want to be there for me, though through the common eye," she started, looking back to Dr. Kahl as she said the word "common", "he seems to be bitter and rude. Truth be told, he was pretty awful, but after two young boys walloped him, he was put in his place. Yes, he does shoot me down with his words, but he then washes away the wounds he inflicts on me.

Enid, I think you've talked some sense into me. You've made me realize how utterly disgusting I am! How pitiful! I've called King Dice a nob, a numpty, but tell me, Enid, who's the REAL numpty here? I've known him as a genuine friend since I was but sixteen years old, and my head has been fogged by his wealth! I've forsaken our friendship! I've completely and utterly abandoned him! He's a decent friend to Mic, to Pansy, to the casino staff, to me...he has kept me company for all these years, and I abandoned him! What a shrew I am! Enid, just let me go, let me go and wither away! Oh, what have I done?!" Biddy squealed as she made her way to her room, slamming the door. Dr. Kahl looked unamused.

"I'm sorry about that...Bridget's such a Victorian. I swear, those clothes do something to her," Dr. Kahl said, shaking his head. "Don't worry about her, little darling. She just does stuff like that to try and get people to feel bad for her...I'm going to have some dinner. Have you eaten? Would you like some?"

Enid agreed to have dinner with him, but she saw hints of sadness in Dr. Kahl's eyes as he started. By the way he worked, Enid could see that he was the one that did the cooking. It was weird to her, as in this time, cooking was usually the woman's job. Enid didn't see why Biddy couldn't do it.

"We don't have a lot right now, but there should be enough for you. I doubt Bridget will want to eat after her fit. She is sick of being poor, after all. Why would she want to eat a poor man's dinner?" Dr. Kahl asked, pulling out a rather large ham that looked like it had been nibbled on for several days. This was all they had? Enid's heart broke.

"Dr. Kahl, please! You're tryin' your best! That's why you should take my advice and have people pay to see the robot! Never mind the morality of it when you're poor!" Enid cried. From the look that Dr. Kahl gave her, she instantly realized the wickedness of that statement and regretted saying it the moment it left her lips. Her face turned as red as a beet.

"Please, Dr. Kahl, forgive me. I-I was just tryin' to help, I-I...I've just been spoiled my whole life and was never taught to feel sympathy for the lower classes. I know that sayin' that was wrong of me, sir, it's just that sometimes...I can't be silenced," Enid cried. Dr. Kahl shrugged her initial rude statement off, smiling sympathetically.

"It's all right, little darling. I was like you before I had an unfortunate loss. Before Bridget was sick, I thought I was on top of the world. I had a robot, for Pete's sake! I thought I was some kind of king, some kind of medical magician! Whenever Patsy abandoned this life for reasons unknown, I had taken it surprisingly lightly, but when Bridget got sick, I suddenly realized that I was alone. I didn't know what to do," Dr. Kahl said, throwing the ham in the oven to warm it up.

"I used every penny I had in making sure that Bridget would survive. I was never able to recover from that. This is why I have such mixed feelings about my Bridget going off with that shameless, unscrupulous Dice. She's as fragile as a sugar sculpture. One wrong word and he could break her for the rest of her life. Though, I must admit...after those two boys put him in his place, he changed. He's far from humble, but he's...just...changed," he said.

"On the other hand, Bridget does seem awfully fond of him. If he truly does have a tender side, then she must have experienced it. Then again, if Bridget would marry him, it would benefit the both of us. That Dice is absolutely loaded. With his paycheck at the casino, he never worries about anything...probably because the bloody Devil likes him so much. Having Biddy marry into that would help the both of us, at least."

"That's true, Dr. Kahl, but I'm just worried that Biddy only loves King Dice because he's rich. Only lovin' someone because of their money is no way to live!" Enid said respectfully, looking in the direction of the staircase. She knew that upstairs, her friend sat, moping and feeling bad for herself.

"Like I said, don't worry about her. I'll talk to her after she's had a good cry and has gotten all of that anger out of her system," Dr. Kahl said, ending the conversation there. He didn't want to focus on his daughter right now. He wanted to be happy. Enid respected his opinion and sat down, Garfunkel sitting in her lap and getting cozy.

Even after Biddy's fit, the house seemed so homely, despite its rugged exterior and small size. Her three-story home down in South Carolina often felt more like a museum than a mansion. King Dice's home was bigger than hers was, and according to Biddy, he was the only one who lived there!

Whenever the ham was done, Enid cherished every nibble of it. She felt horrible, taking food from an obviously poor family, but Dr. Kahl encouraged her to take seconds, and even thirds, in which she gladly obliged. It had a great taste to it, made with a hint of love, which was something that she could only taste in the cooking of her mother or Imogene, her favorite maid. The rest of the ladies usually only did it because it put money in their wallets.

After dinner, the two started to go and visit the robot again. Enid started to form a soft spot in her heart for the gentle giant, and he had referred to her as "pretty lady" several times, making her blush. With the robot's company, she completely forgot that Biddy was locked in the solitude of her own room, doing God knows what...the reader already knows that Biddy is a strange, strange creature.

Enid decided to stay with Dr. Kahl and Werner for around three days, as this old house that she'd judged so harshly filled her with a sense of love and appreciation that she'd never felt before. She slept on the firm sofa, but it was far better than any sleep she may have received in Sugarland.