<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="background-color:#050505; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="background-color:#101010; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;">"Well, I think that about sums it up," he replied to her question about his occupation. He leaned forward, balancing his elbows on his knees and staring up at her.<br/><br/>"I must admit, I did not expect you to be so honest, based on your general behavior. The entire family Summers is dead. Murdered, in fact, mysteriously so, with no culprit to have been condemned. Read about it in the broadsheets a time back. They do love a good scandal, don't they?" He interlaced his slender fingers and rested his chin upon them. The steadfast smile had disappeared. "Do you mean to tell me that you are the sole surviving member of the family; the last leaf on the tree?" He scoffed. "I find it highly unlikely, madam."<br/><br/>In his slumped position, he watched her from beneath his fine eyebrows. It had to be a false name. One she had picked precisely because there were no real connections to it. It even sounded innocuous enough - 'Summers'. Perhaps she was part of some sort of shady organization like the ones from the pulps, with secret code names and passwords. That would certainly explain her secrecy. Unless the impossible story of her being the last member of a long dead line were true, as unlikely as it was. Victor refused to entertain the ridiculous idea, but it still refused to leave him. Were she hunted? A boyish desire to go on an adventure and uncover secrets prickled within him. He knew he could shelter her at least temporarily at his home - his mother was nothing if not kind, and would not mind her staying over if they could put on a show of being more than friends.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Victor, Victor, where has your head gone to? She's a liar, that much is plain. Maybe she murdered her 'family' herself. Don't immediately jump from a drink to inviting her over for tea and biscuits with your parents.</span></div><div style="background-color:#202020; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">Notes:</span> </span></div></div></div>