I turn once more towards the House, unfinished blueprint rolled in my hand. It has spoken its desires to me, some clear, some like smoke. The names of the occupants are known, their various gambits. New paradigms have moved in, decorating the walls with glyphic lights. Old ones have been packed away into the attic. But still…still…I am not sure I have seen the House’s true face.

While I was tacking down some new carpet in the foyer I saw the gymnasium slide past the door. People I had never seen before were poking about the free weights. That explains the leftovers in the fridge.

Before leaving I double-checked the tripwires and the pressure in the helium tanks. Something scratched and mewled behind the boudoir door. Best leave that for the guests to find.

Got an encrypted message this morning from an agent at Cambridge. They are already working on an app to track the guests online. Excellent.