You had just arrived in that little city when his aunt, Miss Vandelia, took a liking to you, to the point of inviting you to her manor every day to have company when he was away "Oh, he always loved to travel, explore and see the stars that dear boy." She says pouring you some tea "I'm so happy that he'll be back here soon from his adventure studies for that geographer" picks up a magazine with a sigh: August 10, 1944 "Oh dear, they still haven't found that weird writer/pilot from Lyon!"