Blau and ‘The Lady With The Blue Hat’

Blau and Kahaan are inside the French house. The floor tiles are no longer made of marble – they are the colour of a traditional domino piece, and it looks even more polished than before. Kahaan tells Blau that his room is on the first floor and Blau notices for the first time that the house only has that one floor. The staircase strangely is still built of marble and has an enormously thick handle, painted white, to hold onto while climbing. Kahaan shares with Blau that his room has a thick wooden door, with a gleaming-green doorknob that is different from all the doorknobs in the house, which are the shade of gleaming-golden-yellow.

Blau: Why is yours different?
Kahaan: Because I am different from everyone else in my household.
Blau: You live with your parents here?
Kahaan: Yes, their room is right next to mine actually!
Blau: Do you know Abigail?
Kahaan: She is my sister.
Blau: Really? I don’t remember Abigail telling me about you at any point in my life.
Kahaan: She does not speak of me.
Blau: Why?
Kahaan: She does not like me.
Blau: Again…why?
Kahaan: She is very nasty.
Blau: You think Abigail is nasty?
Kahaan: She has always been nasty…what is your name?
Blau: I’m Blau. I’m from Berlin.
Kahaan: I think that Berlin is nice.
Blau: You don’t sound sincere.
Kahaan: Why don’t I?
Blau: I don’t know. Maybe because you are from close to Paris, that’s why.
Kahaan: But I really like Berlin.
Blau: That’s good to hear! Can you please take me to Abigail’s room?
Kahaan: Why?
Blau: I am supposed to meet her. I received a telegram from a lady asking me to meet her.
Kahaan: What is the lady’s name?
Blau: I cannot remember to be honest. But I will definitely let you know later.
Kahaan: Will you? Really? I really want to know.
Blau: Why?
Kahaan: I want to feel…like I know about this lady’s name.
Blau: Alright!
Kahaan: I know about Abigail’s mother.
Blau: Do you?
Kahaan: Yes. She loves cheese and vegetables a lot. What is inside the telegram?
Blau: Something about the lady’s daughter and asking me to come meet her. I did not want to because I had a lot of work but the telegram looked like it would tie-up some centuries old loose ends.
Kahaan: You know this family for centuries?
Blau: No! I just knew not that long ago.
Kahaan: Everybody knows them for centuries. No one knows me, but in this part of Paris, this family, I don’t really understand how, rules.
Blau: That’s not possible. This town belongs to one of my French ancestors.

Kahaan: Then how come you weren’t here when I was growing up?

At that moment, a lady descends the staircase, on which Abigail had met Blau twelve years ago. She is wearing a white dress and it has really long sleeves. She’s wearing some kind of blue heels that are hard to makeout over her long gown. The lady, in her late forties, seems over-dressed, with a lot of makeup and Blau does not recognize her.

Kahaan: Blau…that…is…Charlotte. She is my cousin.
Blau: What? Is she? How is she your cousin?
Kahaan: I met her when I was only twelve years old and I don’t know how. But mother tells me she is related to me from my mother’s side – my mother and her mother usually spend time together on evenings.
Blau: Then how you don’t know about her yet?
Kahaan: I don’t spend most of my time with my mother alone because I now have my own room upstairs.
Blau: Okay! That’s good to hear!
Kahaan: I think Charlotte was just coming down the stairs looking for something. Why don’t I take you upstairs?
Blau: I shouldn’t say something to Charlotte? Kahaan, I think she noticed me…
Kahaan (with a strange look in his eyes): Charlotte does not talk!

Blau: Oh!

Kahaan and Blau go up the staircase to Abigail’s room. The door is coloured purple with bright yellow roses and it looks like something out of a fantasy. Kahaan knocks on the door four times, and waits with Blau infront of it.

Blau: That is the most elaborate door I think I have ever seen.
Kahaan: Oh! This is nothing! Abigail is planning on adding yellow-coloured glitter and white-sequins, to it.
Blau: That brightness won’t blind people?
Kahaan: I already need a pair of glasses when I read because of this family’s love for bright colours, and I am not even old.
Blau (laughs): I think it is already…Kahaan?
Kahaan: No one is answering the door. I don’t think Abigail is in. Do you want to go back to your carriage?
Blau: Oh! But I can’t wait…
Kahaan: You can tell me what you want to tell her, and I will let her know on your behalf.
Blau: That won’t be necessary! Abigail’s mother asked me to protect her daughter’s secrecy.
Kahaan: Secrecy in what?
Blau: Ah…I cannot tell you. Kahaan, I already told you I must protect the secrecy.
Kahaan: I don’t know much about Abigail. Do you want to come see my room?
Blau: Sure! But I can’t stay long.

Kahaan: Oh it won’t take long at all! Come! Let’s go to my room!

Kahaan opens the door to his room. Blau goes inside it and sees that it is decorated with purple curtains, and it has a small orange bed. He has a very messy table and on it sits several pieces of paper, all scribbled on in a language Blau does not recognize.

Blau: What language is that?
Kahaan: That is…nothing. Why don’t you sit on my bed?
Blau: Alright!
Kahaan: So, I spend most of my time here. And I love to write novels.
Blau: You are an author?
Kahaan: Yes! I only have thirteen books in print so far.
Blau: That is a lot of books!
Kahaan: It is not. I want to do more.
Blau: What was your first book about?
Kahaan: It was a book about a young woman called Brooklyn who is a really big romantic. Brooklyn travels across Rome once to find the love of her life. But then tragedy meets her because she meets the man she thinks she is supposed to be with, a very renowned cook, but he already loves someone else. Brooklyn spends most of the time trying to win his heart, even though the separation from him and the lack of love for her from his side is too tough to even get off bed and do something.
Blau (quietly): Oh! Did you like writing it?
Kahaan: I loved it!
Blau (even more quietly): It sounds rather familiar to me somehow, I can’t understand why.
Kahaan: Maybe you have heard of it already? My first novel was a bestseller soon upon it’s release. It is called ‘The Lady With The Blue Hat’.
Blau: Yes, I have! Abigail introduced it to me, twelve years ago!

Blau visits a French House

Blau is at a Parisian house. It is very long, and densely covered in fog. Blau has returned to the present era, with the help of her emerald serpent locket and it is no longer the forties. But after witnessing Natalie murder a man, Blau dispatched a soldier to get help from French authorities because an innocent life got barbarously killed. The French home looks strange to Blau – it stretches out what seems like miles in length and then suddenly stops. There are empty grounds all around it with a road infront, and another ground right opposite the road, where nearly all grass has been weeded out.

Blau remembers visiting this home as a child. She was only a young teenager when a daughter of a friend of her mother’s, Ella wanted her to accompany her there. Blau had no interest to travel all the way from Berlin to Paris for it but Ella’s best friend lived there and she really needed another person to travel with her, because without it her mother would not have allowed her to visit her friend in Paris.

Blau agreed to go with her because it was Paris and she had never been to that part of Europe in her life and the trip was long and very quiet for her. It suited Blau very much because even as a child the eerie journey to Ella’s friend’s home seemed so strange to her – that morning the sky was crystal clear but it was still grey enough. Blau has no idea if anyone lives in this house anymore, and as she waits for her friend Raj to appear in a black-and-golden chariot that brought her to the house, she begins to remember the past.

Twelve years ago…

Blau is sitting in a small carriage. It is colourfully adorned and has lush velvet seats in red. Ella is outside speaking to her friend’s relative, James. Blau can hear the two getting chatty very loudly, and it sounds like they are really happy to see each other after such a long time. She remembers her childhood friend Elijah at that point and how hurt he would feel when he would know that he cannot be there with her this moment in Paris. Elijah, to Blau has always been a funny boy, and she befriended him in school; the two often hang out after school is wrapped up, playing various kinds of board games and such but here during the weekend Blau is with Ella in Paris and she didn’t even get the chance to tell him all that before leaving.

Blau (thinks to herself): I think my favourite part about the journey is the carriage. It looks very nice!…Why am I always out meeting people, so young? I think it is like the perfect opportunity to daydream again. But really of all the interesting things I could be doing today. I could have even stayed at home and read a good book. That is what I really feel like I should be doing this young, no mater what on the weekends. I just don’t get how I keep getting myself into all these travelling episodes to meet my Mum’s friends and their kids and their friends, one after another. Maybe I shouldn’t have wrapped up my homework during the week. I…

Ella then pops her head in through the carriage window and introduces James to Blau. One thing leads to another, and before you know it Blau is inside a yellow-walled home. It is so enormous, it looks a bit crazy to Blau. Blau goes up a long stretch of marbled stairs thinking to herself that the house isn’t really pretty because the effect that it’s going for is grandoise rather than pretty. Before she can think to herself anymore, a lady greets her and Ella. She is dressed in a long cream dress, which she has paired with an embroidered sleeveless black jacket. The girl has long curly hair, she’s bespectacled and smiles in a very intriguing manner. She looks very innocent and happy to have guests. Ella tells Blau the lady is her friend, Abigail.

Abigail: Pipe down Ella! We have a new guest today! Are you Ella’s friend?
Blau: Ah!…yeah!
Abigail: Wow! I am so happy to meet you! I have heard so much about you! Why don’t you come up? We can chat more in my room.

Blau follows Abigail to her room and it looks like the room of a typical teenager – there are plenty of posters all around, her desk is very neat and tidy, and there is a small simple bed upon which Abigail tells Blau to sit and make herself comfortable. Blau feels like this is going to be another of those boring visits she often makes because of her politeness working up again, when Abigail starts to speak to her instead of Ella.

Abigail: So, your Blau? Am I right?
Blau: Yeah, I am!
Abigail: Ella is just going to be going up and down the corridor meeting my family! It’s been some time since she came for a visit!
Blau: Oh! Really?
Abigail: Yes! I wish there was a way that we could see each other more often but Ella lives so far away. I mean her home is in another French town, which I am pretty sure you would know already. It’s really hard to always come visiting for things like that.
Blau: I guess it is, yeah!
Abigail: Do you like listening to music?
Blau: I do, yeah!
Abigail: Really? Wow! What kind do you like?
Blau: I like mostly nineties-stuff!
Abigail: Oh! Do you? I love the nineties as well! I mean it’s a whole different scene out there these days for music!
Blau: It’s what?
Abigail: A whole different…it’s a little bit more fun these days than before!
Blau:…………………….yeah, I don’t get you!
Abigail: You don’t? Really? Are you…talking about…world music…there?
Blau: World Music? Gosh! No! I was talking about like music from the West! You know, like the whole MTV crowd and everything, with music videos and……….everything?
Abigail: I do understand what you are talking about yes! Have you seen my music album collection – it is so big I really don’t know what to do with it!
Blau: Ah! No, I haven’t seen it, no!
Abigail: Really? I will show them to you. It is made up of mostly world music. I am not sure if there is anything there that you would be familiar with but they are like classics to me!

Blau cannot remember anymore. Her memory is having trouble recalling what happened afterwards during the visit. She is trying hard to remember but to no avail. Some twenty minutes later Raj appears by the chariot-side. He is dressed in his usual white silk turban, with an all-white ensemble of a jacket and a churidar, which he has paired with a pair of brown leather chappals.

Blau:…Raj! What took you that long?
Raj: My dear! It will not happen again. It is a very busy day in Paris in other places around the town. It is hard to get here in the middle of crowds. It takes so much time!
Blau: Right! Do you know if the telegram we received in Berlin stated if a lady called Abigail still lives in this house?
Raj: Yes, it did! I think…

Just then, Blau notices a young boy is standing only a few feet away from her chariot and on the ground opposite the road infront of the French house. He is wearing a pair of faded and dirty jeans, and a long white pullover, which has an edgy belted design.

Raj: Who is that?
Blau: I don’t know!…ummm, who are you? You boy, who are you? Are you from here?
Boy: No I am not from this town! My name is Kahaan.
Blau: Your name is Kahaan?…where are you from?
Kahaan: I am from a village close to this town.
Raj: Do you know the French house there? The white one, right behind us!
Blau: No, he just said he isn’t from here!
Raj: No I know that! But why is he here all of a sudden? Do you, boy?
Kahaan: I don’t really know what you are talking about!
Blau: What?
Kahaan: I have the keys to the white house behind you. I can take you there!
Raj: Do you work there?
Kahaan: No! I am…they are my relatives.
Blau: Oh right! That’s brilliant! I have been daydreaming just at the thought of visiting the house again. Maybe you can take me in? Raj, you wait in the chariot for some time. I should…Kahaan?
Kahaan: Yes, I am here up on the rooftop. I will come and open the front door for you very fast. I was just checking if the plants in the house have been watered already. You are a guest. The house should be looking proper.
Blau: Wha? How did he go from here to the French house’s roof this fast? That looks physically impossible!
Raj (shudders under his breath): I know! It’s all getting so eerie!

A Wish in Paris

Blau and her entourage are inside of a trench. There is a war going on in Paris, for which some specially selected German soldiers have been recruited. The year is 1941 and Blau is wearing an emerald serpent locket that enables her to time-travel, whenever she needs it. Her team are all wearing some form of jewellery or the other, that helps them to hook onto Blau’s magical powers, granted because of her heritage serpent locket.
Blau: There have been some news reports that Adolf is relentless in his campaign!
Soldier: What does that mean for us? Is Paris going to fall?
Blau: No! But it looks like we might be here for a while, in this trench, having warm soup and nothing else!
Soldier:…I can see movement infront of me near the Paris gates. It looks like a woman!
Blau: She doesn’t look French! Is she a Russian on the warpath or something?
Soldier: Her scarf on her head and dull overcoat would suggest she’s poor and probably lost. Did she know that it’s freezing here too? I can see no more than white stockings on her feet!
Blau: I think she is just confused about Paris !
Soldier: We need to dive down so that she does not notice us!
An eerie music soon starts to play…
Soldier: What is that?
Blau: Shhhhhh!
The Young Woman: Hello George!
George: What are you doing here? I asked you to go hide yourself, Natalie!
Natalie: I will not do any such thing! Did you bring me the money to pay for my divorce proceedings?
George: I did! Here you go!…I am worried about you!
Natalie: Why? Because you finally decided to care about your mistress, now that your rising in the ranks? Thought to maybe send some kindness my way since our child is still without a father as you celebrate your success all the time?
George: I read in the papers you want to go to the press about our son! Why will you do that when I have been sending money?
Natalie: We do not need your money George!
At that moment, a gun shot is heard throughout the Arc de Triomphe and George falls to the ground; Natalie tucks in her gun in her overcoat.
Natalie: No one will ever know our little secret! How you took a job that belonged to my husband as I watched him suffer all his life before death discovered him! He deserved that government post George! Do you know how humiliated I was? How humiliating it was to see someone as unworthy as you do things I could never do? You had everything I never had – happiness at every chance and then you took away the one chance I had to better my life, my beloved husband and made him unable to even look after us!
Natalie then walks away as Blau and her team sit inside the trenches, shocked!

The Owl Talks…Sandy and Rebecca

The Owl is here to teach you more about two characters you meet in Blau’s world. After intensive research peered over by Professor Bluebell, the head librarian at The British Library, Owl has learnt that Sandy is a mischievous boy with a deadly secret and Rebecca is a young maiden with something to hide. Inspired by Bluebell’s love for poetry and fancy ways to stylize hair trends, Owl thinks Rebecca is the most tragic princess he’s ever met, or has that gargoyle eaten her soul because he might be a secret WASP?

A Royal Puzzle

The crew at Central Station is still busy and confused about their latest case but not Admiral Gepetto – he is busy eating kimchi and choosing the right legendary gardener to come and do the magnificent lawns. Now, must he choose Spanish or French?


Sandy: Father?
George: I don’t want to talk to you.
Sandy: What? Why not?
George: You have been causing a lot of damage to the family name. I heard you were friends with Noel.
Sandy: Yes, he flies kites with me. Rides bicycles with me into the woods, when I’m home.
George: You don’t have any friends in school?
Sandy: I don’t. All the kids are richer than us and constantly make fun of my accent.
George: So, you have chosen to be friends with Noel? That boy’s father is a woodcarver at Saints. You know those people don’t earn more than fifty pence an hour for a full day’s work, which is probably, in all likelihood, not enough for any day.
Sandy: But he’s a good boy! Is that why you won’t speak to me?
George: No! I heard you want to join the woodcarvers trade!
Sandy: What? No! I don’t want to do anything like that! I want to go to college, like you!
George: And what do you want to do then? Afterwards? Do you want to go off and become another Noel? You have taken no interest in the family business of drama productions at all. I can see what you do with your time in school. Everyday you dream of joining the ballet trade, of dancing around in exuberance but you don’t even like our production of William Shakespeare’s Hamlet.
Sandy: What? NO!!!! I enjoy that very much! Father…


General Adam: Now, that was the transcript of the last phone conversation Sandy has had. It was with his father but the kid then left home, thinking that he was a Soviet Prince’s son?

Blau: There is this idea that he has that he was related to the crown princess. He found out before but he didn’t know how to break it to him. One of the kids at school was Rebecca’s cousin and she has a photograph of herself and Rebecca in her room.

Next to Rebecca is a baby by the name of Sandy in a green onesie, and the boy is him but he’s never worn that onesie in any photo outside of his parents’ cottage, let alone in the same frame as those two women. When he asked his schoolmate who he was, she said it was Rebecca’s brother.

General Adam: Well, that was a tragic fate he has had. How can he be that woman’s brother though? That woman could be lying!
Blau: I am going to go collect some blood samples. Come on Snowball!
General Fries: What? At the Soviet?


Blau and Snowball are on the train to Moscow. It is cold and she has a box-of-a-train compartment to herself, with her luggage. She is busy making Snowball’s fluffy bed at the foot of her comfy and regal bed, when Phillip notices her.

Phillip: Who is that girl? That girl in the black coat and blue scarf?
Admiral Rouge: Oh that’s Blau! I better go say ‘Hi’ to her! She’s my colleague!

Phillip sees Admiral Rouge knock on Blau’s door, which is half-ajar before entering and walks off a little bit grumpy to his own train compartment.

Phillip shares his room with Admiral Rouge – the two are going to the Soviet for military and naval discussions. Everyone is going later than the two – the Admiral owns a fat owl, who likes to sleep on Phillip’s bed. Phillip, still grumpy, about not getting the chance to be better acquainted with Blau throws the owl off his bed.

Phillip: Get off the bed, you fat bird!
The Owl: OW!!!!!!!!!!

The train is zooming fast when something dangerous happens. A green flying gargoyle, with yellow teeth, wearing an aubergine scarf and six inches in size, unhooks Blau’s train compartment from the travelling train just as it is supposed to cross a wooden bridge, through all of the snow.

At the Purple Street…

Three medical staff are running all the way from across a hospital wing because a “probable homicide” case just landed there and the old woman needs to be operated on, fast. General Adam isn’t there to notice any of it though because he is instead busy looking after the family of a young boy who has also been shot and speaking to a young soldier, who is trying to keep records of the injured and all the dead. Pronounced dead by the medical staff, the General managed to locate the name of the family of the boy from his school name-tag, affixed to the inside of his brown tweed coat.

General Adam: Yes, his name is Sandy. He was only 8 years old and went to Blake High, outside of town. He’s not actually German but from the family I can gather he’s Austrian.
Phillip: Alright! I found out from the locals that he’s been going for days without food and shelter in Hamburg. Like a homeless person he’s been roaming the streets for weeks with a blank eye, when a baker took pity on him and gave him a loaf of bread to eat. No one had seen or heard of him, since then, until today morning.
General Adam: There is no evidence to suggest he was made homeless though because he was actually in an average boarding school, that he dropped out from. How did he find a gun?
Phillip: I think he stole it. But from where?

Meanwhile, across town in Central Station, Blau and Butter Cube, his assistant/secretary, are busy investigating the case.

Butter Cube: This is so infuriating! How was the boy holding a gun and screaming? The NYTimes is full of nonsense!…The paper is saying that the boy was afraid of shooting himself so was screaming. (shouts looking at his copy of the paper) And how on Earth will I get to interrogating the shopkeepers, whose windows the possible murderer is breaking, with this case here?
Snowball: How insensitive! What will we do if we have emergencies a lot off-late?

Snowball (Blau’s Siberian Husky) and Butter Cube are busy shouting at each other at the top of their lungs, when they get thrown out into the hallway by General Fries, where they are still bickering in hushed tones.

Blau: I don’t understand this letter he’s written. It’s filled with illegible alphabets and words that sounds like he thought someone was trying to kill him.
General Fries: Really? Because I have got some important news to share…the young maiden who’s case your working on…her father just rang me and told me that he would like you to know that he will do anything to get his daughter back. And that includes political negotiations with Italy because she is after all the next-in-line to the throne. He thinks this kidnapping was politically motivated.
Blau: Oh does he? There is the slight possibility that might actually be true because Sandy thinks he was her brother.
There is silence in the room before Butter Cube and Snowball both shout from one of the many hallways in Central Station, together – “WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!”

A Puppet and a Young Boy…

It is a cold and dull day, in Hamburg. Two officers, one young and reading Der Spiegel and one senior figure looking at the television adverts, are busy conversing.
Blau: What are these new puppets that you were talking to me about last evening?
General Adam: They are a unique species of young children breaking shop windows in neighbourhoods all over Germany. Everyday I open the newspaper and see them all escaping from the authorities.
Blau: You mean the Polis?
General Adam: Yes, they must be captured because shopkeepers around the country are crying out for our help. They close shop at night and go back home to catch a peaceful slumber and come back in the morning to see shards of window glass on the ground.
Blau: How are they escaping?…Oh tea is here!
Chef Blueberry walks into the damp yellow-walled room and gives Blau and General Adam two purple cups of milk-tea.
General Adam: The problem is they all suffer from mass amnesia. They claim to not understand anything too but that’s just hogwash – they are trying to avoid prosecution. It’s hard to pierce that confusion bubble.
Chef Blueberry: Are you talking about Yellow Wasps?
Blau: Cheers! (to the chef handing her tea) Would you like me to go to Central Station and take a look at the case files? I’m already swamped with case files but I don’t mind checking that out too.
General Adam: Why yes, that would be lovely! What is keeping you so busy aside from Wasps?
Blau: There is this maiden in Rome who’s been kidnapped. She is the daughter of a Soviet Prince and it is causing national headlines because she was supposed to get married to a young boy, only three days later. That is just one case. I’m also busy with archaeological excavations and upgrading our technology workstations – the blueprint says they need improvement.
Chef Blueberry: Wow! That is so exciting! I will have your lunch all ready for you, when you get back from Central Station! I was reading about Wasps…
At that exact moment, a young boy starts screaming outside their window. The three run outside and sees a boy holding a gun and lying on the ground still, as blood is spilling from his forehead.
General Adam: OMG! The young boy has been shot!
Blau: I think he just killed himself!
Chef Blueberry:……..Well, obviously he’s killed himself, hasn’t he? He’s holding a gun! Blau go to the Purple Street hospital and ask them to send some medical staff to come and help us take a look at the boy…