There was an eerie mist that blanketed the entire city. I treaded softly through the silent cemetary, hoping at any moment to be met with my mysterious stranger.

But there was nobody here today. Not even in the mausoleum. It seemed colder than usual…quieter. I greeted my family’s names, and then stopped suddenly.

The flowers. They were gone. I pulled the container from the wall and peered inside. There was something…stuck in the bottom. I put my hand inside cautiously and pulled it out.

A match book.

It was dirty, but I could make out where it was from. Madame Pirou’s Gypsy Lounge. I’d never heard of it, but the address was strangely close to George C. Gills by at least a few blocks. I flipped open the match book, to one solitary match and an enscription: I fell in love with a girl.

Chills crept down my back, a strange, fluttering draft whipped against my skin and I felt that strange fleeting feeling once again.

I had to find Madame Pirou’s Gypsy Lounge, and maybe I would find him.