He stared at himself in the mirror. Bright blue-grey eyes stared back from the skull like mask he wore under the hooded cloak. Richard felt a little ridiculous, like a student on his way to a halloween party. Who had sent the parcel? Was it realy meant for him? Richard wondered if there had been a mistake. Perhaps it was a trap. Maybe he would get there to find the Burning Eye waiting for him. He would still go. He was getting tired of running.<br/><br/>Richard glanced over at the beautiful redhead sleeping soundly in the bed beside the mirror. He knew nothing about her except her name, Josephine, and the fact that she was an art student. He had hastily scribbled a note apologising for his absence and left enough money for her to hail a taxi. He'd been very hungry. She wouldn't wake for at least twelve hours.<br/><br/>He probably wouldn't see her again. He never did see them again.<br/><br/>He glanced at his watch. Nearly eight. He walked to the window and looked ouside, waiting to see if the taxi had arrived. In his fed state his senses were heightened. He was in that same condition that would allow him to see outside the window without looking, open it without using his hands. He didn't expend that residual psychic high. He needed to keep that energy in case it was a trap. He had a bad feeling about this whole thing...<br/><br/>