[b]9:30 PM, Sunday[/b] [hider=Theme song for this evening] [youtube=Lhv_yFMuwxs]https://youtu.be/Ij6WmyBhVXo[/youtube] [/hider] "Well, it was worth a shot." the silver haired professor stared hard at his phone. He had just met one of his best friends the day before, and not even having had the decency to take down his new address or his new number in his inebriated state, he was regretting it now. He said outside the door of a familiar old house. Nobody came to the door. This was where Oliver J. Holland himself used to live, all those years ago. Though it took him a little while to get there, especially in the rain, it was useless. Nobody was in. Little did the man know that there was a very peculiar reason that the detective wasn't in tonight. He quietly made his exit, German Shepherd cross keeping the man's stride by his side. The building must have smelled of the detective, because the dog surely was excited to stand at a familiar entryway once more. But nobody was in. Shou hadn't noticed Romeo's behaviour, either. Pulling the silvery scarf he wore up to cover his face, the couple exited the premises and into the Ford, champagne green colour an ominous murky olive in the night's light. The earlier part of the day was reflected on as the man cruised through the streets of ever-illuminated Shine Junction, on his way back home. A Sunday meant an early morning the day after. Mondays meant...work. He had, however, spent the day doing everything and nothing. After speaking to Ryoki, he did end up heading to the Tiny Snowflake. Unfortunately, he just brushed past a blonde waitress who appeared to be leaving, and when he entered, noticed they were a little short staffed. Nevertheless, he had a hearty brunch (by that time) and was off soon to do the usual Sunday routines of grocery shopping and picking out anything else he might require. The manner in which the rain was coming down hard, and had been all day, warranted the purchase of a single blue orchid stalk from The Enchanted Florist. He kept it in a little vial of water in a cup holder of his car, by the passenger seat where Romeo now sat with his nose on his paws and ears alert. As he stared blankly out at the road, green light of a traffic light just turning red as the car was brought to a stop, and the light shining off the trails of raindrops streaking down the front of his car, he couldn't help but be lost in thought. It got late. And it got late fast. One hand on the wheel, he used the opportunity to fish out the little piece of paper from earlier. Her name and numbers stared back at him. [i]Ryoki Mochizukki.[/i] He pondered giving her a call, but decided against it. In two days, he had gotten two sets of phone numbers. Luck? Perhaps. The light changed again, and Shou snapped out of his thoughts, pressing down on the accelerator to bring the vehicle back to life. It would be a quiet night. He drove for a while longer. It would be a quiet night. He pulled into the parking of his little house, rain still pouring. It would be a quiet night. The massive hole in the wall of the Enchanted Florist drifted to mind as he prepared himself a dinner of a bowl of cereal and a cigarette to smoke out on the veranda. It would be a quiet night. Washing up and shutting off the lights on the bottom floor, he made his way up and took a quick shower, however donning just a light robe as he grabbed the pack and made his way onto the veranda. A flicker of a flame and then a light trail of grey into the air. A text to Shizuka asking how the marking was going buzzed on his cell. He stared out at the skyline of Shine City. Alessandra would have loved it. It would be a quiet night.