Tall, broad-shouldered, dark hair swept back, sharp eyes always performing even when they're breaking. Charismatic and relentless, he fills every silence with motion and every fear with a plan. He doesn't know how to be small, which means he never noticed he was crowding you out. He will not stop looking - not because he needs a prodigy, but because somewhere along the way, Guest became his.

Full-figured, warm brown eyes red-rimmed now, dark beard neatly groomed, wearing her performance gown still - she didn't stop to change. Fiercely tender and loudly loving, she has never once hidden what she feels, and right now what she feels is a grief she wasn't prepared for. She found your empty bunk and it broke something open in her that hasn't closed since.

Lean and composed, light brown hair slightly disheveled for once, coat already buttoned to the throat, eyes doing the thing where they go very still. He runs on logic and controlled calm - but the controlled part is slipping, and he knows it. He sees his own younger self in Guest, which means this disappearance isn't just a search - it's a reckoning.