Lee woke to feeling as though he'd barely slept at all. He was groggy, hungry, and cold. Even with the blankets pulled snug up around him in late spring he felt cold. He presumed that all of it must be due to the night air of the dirt city and mused over when he would leave. He wished he could leave right then and put all the strangeness of things behind him, but if Andrew was to be believed, there was no such option and he had a fate to resign to. That, like so many other things in his life had been, did not sit well with him. He didn't like the idea of leaving the fair behind. There had never been anything like it in America and it was likely that there'd never be again. He had only seen a fraction of it and he wanted to see it all. Could he finish his work and stay just a bit? Could he simply tell everyone he was going and disappear into the fair until he was ready to be on his way and then just slip away back to his travels? He still had Lansing, Detroit, Cleveland, Pittsburgh, and all along the east coast to before turning south for the winter months. There was a lot of work to be done still and he was eager to get back to it...and away from Chicago. Or was he?<br/><br/>He willed himself out of bed and set about the task of getting dressed unenthusiastically. He decided he would take the day in a bold direction and see if the Professor would meet with him again. He knew it would give him the impression that Lee was pining for him like an innocent lady; which wasn't necessarily completely untrue, but Lee usually dealt with it just fine and left better off alone. No, even though seeing the Professor again would certainly ignite his better mood again, he also had questions for him; questions about myths and legends and dead men who survived on human blood. As he finished dressing he gave himself one last look before donning his hat and heading on his way. He saw Sallie at the desk but only gave her a quick nod of greeting as he passed. From the boarding house he continued on his way toward the University where he hoped to find the Professor and hoped he'd have the time and inclination to speak to him.<br/><br/>When he got to the University he stopped short, derailed by the sudden idea of going to the library there to see if there was anything he could find. He felt as though he'd struck gold when the attendant there told him there were several reference books on exotic cultures and mythologies and he directed the resurrectionist straight away to what he was looking for and assured him they'd be much better than the Penny Dreadfuls that the commoners read. There were but a few books there for his specific interest but what he found seemed to be very academic. The volumes were difficult to read for the common man and what Lee took from it was quite different than what MacClery had told him. He was then hit by another inspiring insight and made his way directly to nearest news and tobacco shop. There was a vast array of the lowbrow publications printed in bulk laid out like plebeian confections. He made straight for them and started rifling through them looking for vampires. The commoners loved the outlandish and macabre and they also sometimes had more truth than all the academics put together. He snatched up an illustrated booklet with a triumphant smile, then another, and another. There was a whole section of Pennys dedicated to monsters and beasts and he grabbed a copy of everything.<br/><br/>With his hands full he went to the shop keep and purchased them all along with a pack of Will's Navy Cut. From there he went to the Midway and found himself a place to sit where he could enjoy a few drinks while reading volume after volume of trash horror stories. He learned about men who turned into beasts and killed women, men who lost their minds and killed women, vampires who sucked blood and...killed women. He had set out to learn about vampires; and he did, but he also learned that women just weren't safe from men or monsters! Poor ladies!<br/><br/>Armed with all the knowledge that his 'kine' kind could offer, he changed his plans for the day and caught a carriage ride to the crossroads of Andrew's street. The ride took a good bit longer than it would under usual traffic conditions, but during the day it was choked with fairgoers navigating the usual business of Chicago. He walked the rest of the way to Andrew's and knocked firmly on the door. he was ready to talk more. he had more questions. Then he remembered...if the Dreadfuls were right; Andrew would be sleeping. He left with intentions to come back later.<br/><br/>Outside Bailey was dutifully attending to work around the house. Specifically, he was turning dirt around the flowering rose bushes when he saw Lee walk by , turn around, and then leave without even knocking. He thought it was strange and he quickly went in to find Loretta. "Loretta...Loretta, that man who was here last night..." He whispered urgently in an effort to keep quiet while his Regnant slept. "Should we wake him? The man came, didn't knock, then just left." The young lad recounted. "Should we tell him now?"