Chapter 85
Hours later, I arrive at my destination. I don't really notice the time passing. The bus doesn't go the whole way, so I have to walk. It's a nice enough day. Not that I care. I don't. I really don't care.
I walk down the streets and it all comes back. When I reach the house I just stand outside it, watching. After standing for a few minutes, I'm approached by an old woman.
"Who are you?" She asks, her accent familiar. I haven't heard it for so long.
"Howard Moon." I reply. I can't tell her my real name. She's too old. She'd remember.
"What do you want here? What do you want with this house?" She speaks almost viciously.
"Who lives here now?"
"Her name's Noir. Fiona Noir."
"What's she like? Any family?"
"Some children."
"How many?"
"Two girls. I think there was another one once, a boy, but he hasn't been seen for years."
"Do you remember his name?"
"Vincent, I think. Something like that."
"What happened to him?"
"He just…disappeared. He was young at the time."
"How young?"
"Why are you asking all these questions?"
"No reason. Just interested." I go back to looking at the house and she walks away, muttering.