First things first, I had to go back to the museum. All of the clues to the curse had to be there, but no one had been able - or had taken the time - to put them together, in all these years. Shocking, really, to just accept the curse as inevitable and not look into a way to stop it. Unless someone had tried, and there was no way to break it... No, I had to be positive, I COULD break the curse!
I decided to go to the museum during regular hours. I knew that Ricardo was probably filling in for my night shift until he could find a replacement, so there was no chance I could sneak in at night, and it was therefore unlikely that I would run into him during public hours. And it wasn't like I was banned from the museum itself, just from being around at night during the Living Hours. Still, on my first reconnaissance mission to the museum, I wore a trench coat and baseball cap, so no one would recognise me. Did I inadvertently look a little suspicious? Maybe, but I was sure that I could slip in and out unnoticed. Luckily, there were a few school groups in the museum that day, so it was even easier than I hoped to make my way around without notice; sometimes noisy school kids are a blessing.
I started with a visit to Peter; ripping my heart in two anew. This curse research better work so I could be with that super hot stack of bones once again! I didn't stay long, it was too painful, and I hurried to the rotunda to see if there were any clues there.
The rotunda outside of the Living Hours is a pretty boring space. There aren't any exhibits in it, it is just a big, round, empty room that has benches around the outside; so people can sit and look up at the beautiful domed ceiling, I supposed. I think they used it for events and things sometimes as well. Anyway, due to the elaborate stone work used in the room, I thought that maybe there would be some writing somewhere, maybe hidden in the marble floor or ornate carving of the balustrades on the second and third floors that ring the rotunda. But no luck, I searched every inch of the room itself, as well as the balconies on the upper floors, and couldn't find any physical explanation for why humans are cursed in that room.
After that, I wandered a bit aimlessly through the museum, trying to rack my brain as to where I could find more information about the mystery of the museum orgy curse. The museum didn't have a library or archives that were accessible to the public, so that wasn't an option, unless I could break in somehow. Maybe the city archives? They would have some information about the building itself, which could possibly shed some light on why part of the building was cursed.
I was just deciding whether or not I had time to make it over to the city archives before they closed for the day, when I realised that I was in the Human Evolution exhibit. The exhibit where Donna lived. The reason I was in this mess in the first place. Before I knew what I was doing, I was stomping around the exhibit looking for her, momentarily distracted from my mission. I hated that Neanderthal!! I finally found her in a scene where she was standing in front of a fake cave with an unlit fire pit in front of her. Anger at what she had done coursed through me. But what could I do in return? At the moment, she was nothing but plaster, paint, a matted wig and rough burlap dress; she couldn't hear me and she wasn't thinking about anything. All of that happened between 12 and 3am only. I wanted to kick her or something, but it didn't feel right to do something to her when she was a vulnerable display and couldn't stand up for herself. I sighed, all of the wind knocked out of my sails. This was hopeless.
But then I noticed something white sticking out of Donna's dress; it looked like the end of a rolled up piece of paper. It looked completely out of place within the scene she was a part of, Neanderthals definitely did not have paper! Before I could stop myself, I reached over the barrier to grab it and see what it was: a handwritten note, a love letter! What the fuck?!
Dear Donna,
My love, I am writing to you once last time to tell you that I think about you
every day and wish that we were still together. I miss you so much.
I would risk any curse to be with you again. I hope you still think about me,
and haven't forgotten me. Remember how we used to dream about
being together always? I wish I had gone to the rotunda with you, like you
wanted me to. I am so sorry, my one true love, that we did not share
that experience before I was forced to leave. Please, please write to me
sometime, if you get the chance, so that I know you still love me.
Yours forever,
Thomas
Whoa! I remembered Pater saying that several years ago he'd had a staff member removed from the museum to save him from Donna's attempts to lure him to the orgy. I wondered if this was that guy, and if so, it meant that Donna hadn't been trying to lure an unwitting human to the orgy, but that she had just wanted to go with her love!! Peter might have had the situation all wrong! And so Donna had just done to Peter what he had done to her! Fuck. I knew I had to find Thomas; we were in the exact same situation, and both of us would gain so much by figuring out a way to break the curse. I popped the note back into Donna's dress, making sure none of it was hanging out so that no other passersby would see it and get curious.
I didn't have Thomas' last name, so I thought the best place to start looking for him was probably LinkedIn. Peter had said the incident happened a few years ago, so it was likely that he had listed the museum position on that social media app. I pulled out my phone to check the app, and sure enough, when I did a search for people with the museum as a past employer, three people named Thomas came up. Only one still lived in the city, and with the ability to visit the museum to stuff notes in Donna's dress, I figured it had to be him. He looked to be in his 50s, with grey hair and dark eyes, and was altogether normal-looking. I had no idea what he saw in Donna, but then again I could admit I was more than a little biased against her. And though her plot against Peter and me sucked and I would probably hate her forever for it, I had to admit that I could understand the reasoning behind it. I don't think I would have behaved the same in a similar situation, but I could understand it.
While still standing in front of the exhibit that contained his love, I sent Thomas a quick message along with a request to connect via the app: "Thomas, I know Donna. I am looking for a way to break the curse. Want to help?"
I didn't have to wait long for a response: "YES. Let's meet! Coffee shop, 58th and 5th, in 1 hour? π"
Ok then, I guess we weren't messing around. I let him know I would see him there.
The spot Thomas chose wasn't too far from the museum, so I popped over to see Peter one more, devastating time, and then set out on foot.