It was mid-morning the next day, when Tristan finally called. He had spent some time wandering around, almost becoming desperate, since everything looked the same, and yet nothing looked the same as it had by street lantern light last night. But finally he found a building that looked familiar and after asking around, he had been directed to the right apartment. He hoped it was the right apartment. He had forgotten the man's name and so he had been forced to describe him.

He knocked on the door.