He didn't seem to go anywhere much. Just walking around. I'd be looking at him and he'd be looking at the streets. He seemed to be as much of a watche... as I was. It's just that, as it turned out, we were watching out for different things.Chapter 2 : I Read the News TodayThere had been reports in the local paper and on local TV and radio. I hadn't really taken much notice until the girlfriend of one of my flat mates – Dee she was called - said, "Isn't it terrible?"She explained about this masked. We said goodbye to the kids and headed out to the car which, after stopping to pick up the Bartons, including Fawn and Georg, whisked us downtown to the hotel where we joined the small line of people entering the ballroom. There was a small receiving line which we quickly went through, then walked over to the bar to get a drink.I spotted a vaguely familiar black man talking to Gina Swanson. I wracked my brain and then remembered he was the guy who we’d seen at The Woodlawn Tap about nine years. I sighed to myself and let myself into my flat. The following day, I walked to the park once more and fed the ducks. There was no sign of Matthew. I did get chatting to a girl of around the same age as me who was walking a dog which was nice, but I returned home feeling a little disappointed. I thought about knocking on his door, but decided that this would be a bit forward of me. After all, I had only met him a handful of times. I spent the evening listening to music and had an early night.. ”“K”. Claire got up from the couch and walked towards the kitchen. Alex was looking at the TV.“Big sports fan?”“Not really, but I like it watching from time to time.”“Cool. So, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you. How have you been?”“I’ve been good, sir. My first semester was okay.”“Just okay?”“Yep.” Alex looked away. I could tell there was more to the story, but I didn’t press it.“Well, it’s nice to see you again. How is it seeing Claire after all this time?”“She hasn’t changed a bit.”“Not.