The stranger stood in the doorway, while the rain drove in around him and wild gusts of wind blew the paintings to the floor….they faced him in frozen silence…
Nick was the first to come to his senses…
“Come in man…we’re dying of the cold as it is”
The stranger acquiesced, shutting the door behind him and removing his wet coat as he surveyed the group staring back at him..
“Well this is a fine welcome…you sent for me and I came”
“We sent for professor Oliver, but we’ve heard nothing since then…he seems to have disappeared”
“Well here I am large as life"
Fabric Dyes and Sharpie on Arches HP Paper