Lanyon was peacefully in his home, his ‘wife’ whom was more like a friend, was composing in the next room over Lanyon thumbed through pages of a book he’d read hundreds of times- one he’d read because of Jekyll back in university. He smiled as he read the familiar story once again. He was jerked from his thoughts when he heard loud frantic knocks on his door. He was even more surprised to see a man he’d sworn he had never seen in his life. Shaggy blonde hair, spindly legs and arms, striking green eyes, and he looked like he hadn’t slept in months. ”..Can I help you, young man..?” Lanyon was uneasy. Was he supposed to know who this man was? Why did he know his address? Why did the man was recognition in his eyes?