"Fabian?" Augustus said as he opened the door, stepping into the room. His nephew had been in a strange mood since the night they had returned from the party at the Hurst's home, and frankly it worried Augustus. He had spoken to the housekeeper, the boy's physican, the maids and they too had noticed changes in him. It was the worst thing that could have happened. The party, the noise, the crowd, it had all been too much more him and unbalanced the poor fragile boy. "How are you feeling? I hoped we could talk."