As she was just bustling about the house she heard something ominous... like a whooshing sound of wind before three distinct knocks at the back door. In the well room she could see in the door's window there was a tall man dressed super fine and dapper, wearing nothing more than a blazer, undervest, buckled cufflinks, stripped slack pants and upon his head was a large fine distinctive top hat.<br/><br/>There appeared to be a cane in his hands as he once again knocked three times waiting for her to open the door for him. Humming along she heard the tune and knew it well. It was red river valley, that song played practically every day of her life back home in her old house. he man's face didn't seem familiar, with a well-trimmed mustache and high cheek bones.