"He really does." Dark replied, looking down at so many years of his creations, "I wish I could figure out where to put Alec. It eludes me." He took a long look along his shelves, where little people he had since removed from his midway looked down upon what was, ultimately, his life's work. The age of them was evident, because some were visibly less finely carved than others. Dark's history of tattooing himself showed in defunct models of himself. Daizi had remained more or less the same in his carvings, although she was still up on the shelf, replaced, temporarily, with a model which more accurately represented her current state. Old rides, too, sat upon the shelves, replaced as he found newer ways of creating them.
Underneath the table, he flipped a little switch, which made the little LED lights he had carefully strung together turn on. It was bright outside, so the effect wasn't as impressive as it would have been in the dark, but he still wanted to show Xander the full effect. Then carefully, he picked up his rides, and turned their little keys, so they moved like they should (this, he was immensely proud of. His first attempts at the rides could not do it). The carousel was last, and his favourite, because it was a music box, so as the horses went around, a classic carnival theme played. Then he nodded to himself, seeing Xander at last properly placed amongst the wooden crowd, and said, "I am glad to finally have you there. It is where you should be."