Lee stood at the front door for what seemed to be forever to him. He was constantly checking the street to the east and west; the comings and goings. This was a much more residential neighborhood and there wasn't the traffic of shops and street vendors which left everything much quieter and he suddenly felt so much more visible; as though he was there for everyone to see and everyone was looking at him. He could hear music down the way, muffled through the walls of a nearby house. It was perhaps the living room piano of some pious family gathered to join in some evening gaiety after dinner.<br/><br/>Lee startled as the door was open and even more startled to see a woman standing there, so much so that he didn't even attempt to disguise the once-over that he gave the woman. MacClery said his wife was dead. This woman didn't look quite like a housekeeper; maybe a little. He was confused but pushed his question past it. "I'm looking for a Mr. Andrew MacClery, is he here? Tell him William Wi...."<br/><br/>He looked sharply over the woman's shoulder as he heard MacClery's voice, then passed by her without a mention. His manners were a bit compromised by his urgency and even while he identified that fact in his mind, he couldn't still it. "Yes. Yes as a matter-of-fact I did run all the way here. And I run quite well, thank you; mind you it''s sometimes part of my job."<br/><br/>A very young man passed by him just then, tipping his cap to all as he mumbled very quiet and humble good evenings to all. Lee looked at him in near disbelief as he went by.<br/><br/>"Andrew. Andrew, something very strange has gone on since we met last night and I need to speak with you because if something occurred for which I need to make apology for, then I would like to do so posthaste. However; if not, then I would like to know why you should have presumably left my company so abruptly and why I can't remember naught of it  and why for good heaven's sake is my window broken and should I have no memory between the time we were standing at it until I woke up in my bed?" He spoke in a quick rush as he stood before the older man. It was difficult to tell if he was more worried, more confused, or more angry at the moment but one thing for certain was that which ever it was, he was incredibly passionate about it. He didn't really give MacClery a chance to respond as his words rolled from one rush of questions to another. "Yes. Yes. You said that. You said that we'd find each other eventually. I remember that now. But of course we were going to, weren't we. We're working at a project together aren't we. Or aren't we? You also said your wife was dead and you led me to believe you were some lonely little man eeking out an existence as a night clerk running contracts about and such...but look at this place! And who are these people?" He turned and looked squarely at Loretta and Bailey then back to Andrew. "Whether they're servants or family, it doesn't matter. In either case you lied. Is there even a job at all? What do you want from me, MacClery???"<br/><br/>He clapped a hand over his own mouth and sank into a foyer chair. What was he even saying? He had gone there to see if MacClery was alright, if there had been some strange black out or break down on his own part given his strange flashback to Addison. He hadn't gone there to interrogate MacClery; but it seemed he couldn't control his mouth. He just said things that made little sense and dripped with paranoid accusation. If he was losing his mind, it was in such a way he'd never expected it would be. He just shook his head, hand still over his mouth to keep it closed. Then his brow furrowed a bit and his eyes drifted up to regard Andrew with an expression of puppish curiosity washing over his fair features. "...And how is it you have a mustache now? With the proximity we had last night, I would have noticed that for sure...." He was simultaneously baffled and brilliant in all his observations. "Not...Not that it doesn't become you because..." His words trailed off as he slid his hand back over his mouth to halt it again and he sat sulking in his forced silence.