Both of those things were hard to find, but not impossible. It would certainly be easier if he had the help of a professional. And thankfully, he knew just the man.
He teleported out of the Rebornian Imagineers meeting room and arrived at the front entrance of Barnaby's Vault.
It had only been a few days since the auction, and already, the place had been cleaned sparkly clean, with no sign of the momentous event that happened before.
As soon as the attendant at the door saw him, his eyes widened and flusteredly tripped on his own feet.
"Sir—sir Michael!"
"Is Barnaby there?" he asked.
"Barnaby—Barnaby is at his office, sir!" the man saluted.
There was a brief moment of silence between the two.
"Can I come in?" he finally asked.
"AH! Yes, yes, yes!"
Finally, he was let inside, with the attendant's astonished gaze still following him as he walked.
He made his way to the second floor and into Barnaby's office.
