"One in the same son. What business proposal do you have for me?"

The call traced from a large private estate just right outside of London west side. Identifiable on a satellite map rather clearly through the fenced high walls and privacy of box hedges. A quite spacious use of land to store some antiques, although let not the fancy topiary garden and decorative fountains fool anyone into thinking the place was at all rustic. An advance security system was set in place to monitor visitors and guests who came in and out of the grounds to prevent would be thieves from entering as noted by local permits and building records. The manor which stood upon its ground was clearly styled in a late-Victorian setting with its balconies and ledges, although it was one of the imitation buildings which was constructed in relatively modern times. The real jewel was the Welsh Estate as a real historically built house, although that merely a historical landmark bought by the last few Collectors and maintained for the state using his funds. Though for the sake of business the London Manor was more convenient, and perhaps inviting important guests and associates peruse his toys, the estate did come with its own private helipad for quickened travel.

"Hello, dare I ask who is looking for me? Did we have business together? I'm afraid my memory is not quite what it used to be and my people hadn't the foggiest of the details, what was it you needed?" The old man calling himself The Collector repeated himself absent-mindly as he had no idea he had already said those very words seconds earlier. "Mathew Stone is it? I think I've heard of you lad, come on down for natter then if you have time to meet, I'm afraid my memory is not quite what it used to be and my people hadn't the foggiest of the details." Fortunately a sheet in front of the octogenarian gave him some semblance of knowing who it is he was talking to without having to ask the man over and over again.

That was probably the closet thing to an invite Mathew would be able to get from an old man with advanced Alzheimer's. Then again, would the Old man even remember inviting the younger man down to visit and chat business? In truth someone beyond him was taking care of the business transactions and estates, a silent partner maybe who could be managing the grounds. It would be something after all to imagine this man waking up every morning and forgetting he lived in this place.