While I was waiting at the scareport for the arrival of Rochelle's flight, I started to think about how we first met. I had been working all day on a design for a phantom ball gown, but alas, the creativity, she eluded me. I was becoming.. how you say.. frustrated. There was no unlife in my design, and I needed to find the inspiration, so I decided to take a stroll and clear the design cobwebs from my head. I have a particular route that I am inclined to follow when I have no solid idea. It is as familiar to me as the back of my claw, and I could walk it with the blindfold if necessary. Exit my front door, turn left, and then walk until I can smell the bakery on the corner. Cross over Rue Morgue and continue through the park past the siren fountain, and back home again. On that day, such w