Alex grinned widely as he heard his dear assistant's call, rising form his desk and coming to her room, grinning as he eyed the screen over her shoulder, leaning down as he read her current address. He rested his hand on her narrow shoulder.<br/><br/>"good...good, Jess.." He kissed her cheek, petting her hair. "You've done such wonderful work for me...I will ensure you have your revenge, my dear..all the effort you have put into my aide shall not go unrewarded.." he said with a smirk as he took down the address. "See what you can dig up on the parents, Jess, I'm going to go have a look." He took up his police cover, smirking as he left.<br/><br/>In old Rosswood as Sarah wandered the elderly wooden floors, she would find what things were left as the old museum that this part of town had been before funding was cut short. Now it simply sat abandoned. A portrait stood of a tall man, his hair a deep red, his tall, thin body dressed in a dashing suit not unlike what Mr.S wore. The store stood behind him, the long arching sign reading "Slender Suits" not unlike the plate on his wardrobe. there was a museum posted plaque beneath the portrait.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">In this portrait stands Victor Surge, the owner of this historic location. He was the victim in a tragic miss-charge of child abduction and molestation through which his execution in the stretched wood sparked the local legends of "The Slenderman" </span>"<br/><br/>Beneath the portrait was a framed newspaper printing showing him being strung to the young tree, police lowering the skin tight white sack over his face, the ancestor of Alex Krailey standing in the frame, helping to tie him into the branches.