Anton stood from the park bench. Quite some time had passed since he'd come there to relax, but the meeting would be starting in about an hour and he figured no one would particularly mind if he showed up early. The vampire walked down the streets of the town, taking in the lights and the sounds. A wistful expression crossed his face as he recalled that back when he was still human, and in line to become a duke, he hadn't been allowed to roam the streets freely at night. It was an odd feeling. He hadn't attempted to remember them for quite a while and now he'd done it twice in one day. Surely by now his father and mother were dead. His brother Falcos was probably nearing his end as well, and may have already passed on the title of duke. Anton chuckled, he could be an uncle, or even a grandfather for all he knew. Then there was Silvia, the woman he was to marry before... the incident. She had been a year older than him and could already be dead. It was a shame. He'd actually had feelings for her.<br/><br/>Then there were all the people of his town. Likely they'd already given way to the next generation. With no one there who was around in his time, he couldn't rightfully call that place his home anymore could he? Anton smiled sadly and sighed. Ah well. He'd have to find a new home; just keep searching.<br/><br/>As he walked Anton passed a man with a hood over his head sitting at a bus stop. He looked to be out of sorts, but for some reason, he seemed familiar to Anton. Then he remembered: he'd seen this man a few times at the meetings. Curious, wondering if something was bothering him Anton stopped and asked gently, "Sir, are you alright? You... have a rather lost expression on." Anton paused as he remembered himself with that same expression years ago. "You've lost somebody haven't you?" he probed gently.