He could only hope that she was the person he intended to meet, and not some random crazy on the street. He had a habit of attracted them, like flies to honey. It probably had something to do with being the director of an asylum.

It probably had something to do with the fact he was crazy himself.

He shoved aside any errant thoughts and smiled politely at the woman, noticing her nervous gesture. "It's a habit that is hard to break, I'm afraid. I assume that you're Clio?" She'd better be. The whole situation was rather surreal for the young man, he didn't often socialize without prompting from some ulterior motive.