<strong>Monday, 6 March 2006, 5:00 PM</strong><br/><br/>Just before dusk, a young man in his late-20s arrived at Caprice's abode.  He didn't appear to have any vehicle and seemed to be alone.  Very little stood out about him, his clothes looked more or less normal if a few years out of date.  He seemed quite sure of himself, possibly a sign that he had no idea what he was dealing with.  But, his topknot bounced lightly as he walked to her door.  Quietly, almost apologetically, he knocked on the door and stood patiently waiting . . .