[uncledaddy]

"I don't think so," said the woman after examining the photo for a few seconds, "but I ain't been out in town much the last few days. My landlord go out all the time; maybe he can tell you somethin'."

[Red Lion]

"Alright, is your landlord in right now?" asked Kurt.

[uncledaddy]

"Yeah, he live next door." The woman pointed a long orange fingernail at the door on the right side of the house.

[Red Lion]

"Thank you," said Kurt as he went to go knock on the door...

[uncledaddy]

It was opened by none other than Randy VIII, who seemed to lack all of his usual energy. He wore nothing but a pair of pajama pants and an ill-fitting tank top, his hair stuck out in every direction, and there was no knowing smile on his face as he listlessly greeted Kurt with more of a grunt than any actual words.

[Red Lion]

"By God you look wretched," Kurt grimaced, "Have you seen this person?"

[uncledaddy]

"Yeah, I seen 'im," Randy replied. "He come into town a couple days ago, saw 'im once or twice around here..."

[Red Lion]

"He's disappeared, do you know what might have happened to him?" asked Kurt, What happened to you?he thought, itching to ask but not wanting to send the wrong message...

[uncledaddy]

"Nah..." Randy VIII shook his head unenthusiastically. "Sorry, sug'."

[Red Lion]

Kurt scrutinized him, "What's eating you?"

[uncledaddy]

Randy raised an eyebrow at him. "Why you care?"

[Red Lion]

I'm just curious," said Kurt a little too nonchalantly.

[uncledaddy]

Randy tilted his head and eyed Kurt for a moment. "My mother died," he said quietly.

[Red Lion]

Kurt raised his eyebrows, "Oh...m...my condolences," he said gently.

[uncledaddy]

"I never felt anything like this before," said Randy. He was quiet, contemplative. At length he nodded toward the interior of the house. "Don't s'pose you wanna...?"

[Red Lion]

Kurt jerked and took a step back, "In there...alone with you?" he hesitated.