Remember, remember!
The fifth of November

After what Curze did to him, I wouldn't blame him.

A friend of mine made it. I guess it makes sense how they did it so quickly...

No dame her age could afford a purse like the one she wore, but with looks like that, you’d expect nothing less. She had bad news written on her like rude jokes in a bathroom stall. This dame was all business—before I could even offer her a seat, she lets slip that Raymond got himself hooked."

"It was a dark day—maybe normal for this time of year, but today the big reef felt even darker and more sinister. Miss Lillian L’Amprey slinks through my door like an eel through dead coral—a feeder fish with eyes that could be easily mistaken as the most flawless pearls ever created by oysters.

[There's a click of a light switch as the scene turns black and white and slow jazz plays in the background...]