Dr. Scott, Alonzo
City of Arkham, Mass
Date: XX, XX, 19xx

 The 1926 Packard Twin 6 Roadster was parked across the street as a well dress older man nego exited the vehicle, dressed in a derby on his head, three piece suit, covered by his peacoat from the rain, two-tone golf oxfords and lastly a bare bone white shirt with a multicolored bowtie.  Across the street and jumping over a puddle or two till he made his way to the sidewalk. The rain wasn’t the worries of his misadventure it was the fog... it took the Doctor a long time to find the correct street and then it’s address. Looking to the street curb and rechecking the number, he felt that this was the correct address, still with his Doctor’s bag in his right hand, and an umbrella in the other grey colored gloved hand he walked up the pavement to the porch. 
Approaching the porch... it appeared to be a few others on the porch. 

[color=82ca9d]Mr. Jeremy, I’m Dr. Scott here to check up on you for your health and wellness. May I sit with you for a spell?[/color] He announced to the group near the porch.