Walt Disney wore a somewhat retro black tailcoat, a black bow tie like Gentleman Mickey's, and a tall top hat. He held a cane engraved with Vines patterns, his movements and expression both slightly comical, like the kind of rich man who only appeared in cartoons.
He picked up a cup of tea from the small yellow round table beside him, plopped down on the sofa, crossed one leg over the other, and looked up at Schiller. "You're here."
Schiller frowned slightly, but quickly composed himself. He turned to the other three and said, "I'd like to speak with Mr. Disney alone. Is that all right?"
The other three said nothing and turned to leave. After exiting the little house, Nick shrugged as Strange and Loki each pulled out a green Franklin and handed it to him.
"I told you, he was in such a hurry to find Disney because there had to be something else going on. What do you think they'll talk about?"
"Hard to say, but it must be more mysterious than we imagine." Loki blinked, twirled the staff in his hand, and said, "Schiller has too many secrets, but we don't need to understand every one of them."
Inside the semicircular house, Schiller sat on another sofa beside the round table, somewhat lost in thought. Walt's voice sounded beside his ear once more. "Aren't you going to ask anything?"
Schiller snapped out of it before turning to Walt. "I'm guessing things aren't what I think they are, right?"
"That depends on what exactly you imagine." Walt took a sip of tea. "Whose story would you like to hear first?"
"What choices do I have?"
"Then let's start with my own story." Walt sighed softly. "It's a very long story..."
"Then make it short." Schiller turned to