<strong><span class="bbc_u">Name:</span></strong>Ryan Preston<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Location:</span></strong>His Haven/Off to see the Boss<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Time:</span></strong>Midnightish<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Tagged:</span></strong>Alexander Shaw<br/><br/>Ryan sat in an overstuffed chair in what passed for his study. Around the chair was an odd gathering of mismatched end tables, each one bearing an open book with numerous pages tagged for quick reference. The single, soft light in the room, scarcely more than a nightlight, didn't seem to be enough to read by - but it was more than enough for him as he jotted down notes, drawing points from each of the books and noting similarities and underlying patterns. He paused at the faint rasp of paper on wood, setting the notebook on one of the other volumes as he rose from the chair and headed to his door. The envelope waiting for him was all too familiar, as was the all-too-patient courier awaiting him when he opened the door. "Message received," he said simply, before closing the door again.<br/><br/>Ten minutes and a change of clothes later, he was in his best suit and driving toward Alexander's home. Twenty minutes from when he first opened his door, he was entering the study. "My Prince has need of me?"