Mr. Fishburn arrives in the Atrium wearing his customary dark suit--quite fitting attire for the known funeral home director and owner. What isn't quite fitting the scene is the frown he displays. He walks over to the message board, scouring it for any sign of hope. Finding none, he sighs, and tacks his message:
Dear Lydia and friends,
I have not heard from you in some time. I miss our conversations, and yes, even our deals. You are an honorable soul--something quite rare in our circle of friends. Please, send some sign to your humble friend that you are not displeased with him. And if you are, even that would be somewhat welcome news.
And if any have information about Lydia's whereabouts, I would gladly pay for this knowledge.
Best,
Mr. K. W. Fishburn
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Mr. Fishburn will take a seat near the message board and wait.
A young blonde man, dressed in http://images.inmagine.com/img/bolds.../u18526496.jpg walks into the museum. He nods to Fishburn and proceeds to read the notice. Afterwards, he meanders over to Fishburn. "Good evening, Mr Fishburn. How are you doing this evening?"
"Then I'm afraid I cannot ease your grief, but only your apprehension. I'm afraid that the young lady in question may no longer be counted amongst us."
"That is sad news, indeed." He continues to sit. "Thank you, Mr. Boone. Do you think your associates would discuss the matter with me directly, or would that be too much to ask? I understand if it is." He is being sincere, not sarcastic.
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