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The heavy floral perfume wafted thickly as the nurse walked past Anders. It had a certain heaviness to it and despite how overpowering it was, it had a subtle pleasantness in its prominent note: lily of the valley. The pleasantness of it faded quickly, however, and Anders did his best to stifle a cough into the elbow of his arm.

Without much hesitation when he entered the dreary hospital room, the old man reported to Anders what had happened. He walked over to the far side of Jones’s bed and pulled up a chair to sit in as the old man spoke. Anders leaned back in the chair placing his arms on the armrests. A moment of silence fell after Jones mentioned the vampires and how they snatched some kids.

The younger of the two men looked up and made eye contact after staring off into the distance, lost in contemplation. He leaned forward, then asked the old man if he happened to see anything else unusual. “Did you see anything else? I mean, something about this seems strange,” he said as he leaned back into the chair. “I might just have to head down to the old theatre myself. Try to find the Foreman and see if he noticed anything; that is, if he’s feeling generous."

In the corner of his mind he imagined the House of Usher acting troupe that he had heard the whispers of rumors. Something about them supposedly using an acting front as a disguise for their ruthless and gory murders. An urban tale to scare children into coming home before dark, surely.

"But, enough about that for a second. How are you holding up?”

Anders casually examined the gashes and parts of the man’s body that now seemed anatomically incorrect. He attempted to distance himself from Jones emotionally. The old man was like a father to him in a way.

[@Penny]