Bellemy walked into the familiar apartment, now reclaimed by the haunt. The decorations were sparce and functional. Bellemy had intended to liven the atmosphere to something befitting nobility but never found the time.

The least I can do is dust. the Cockscomb thought with a grimace at the thick layers which covered most surfaces. The haunt closed the door and noticed something on the floor. "What have we here." the note iteslf had a smattering of dust indicating it had lain for some time. Bellemy read it quikly.

The haunt's mind raced how long has this been here. What a triumphant return I make only to completely miss a request from a kin. So foolish. Well there is naught to do but find her in person and hope I haven't kept her waiting too long With that thought Bellemy left the chamber on a mission to find Helen.