Darius slipped out of the carriage and stumbled away to remove himself as far from the vehicle as possible. He was happy to lean against a tree and tried to straight his clothes and hair. After calming from the trip, he walked towards the house. It was beautifully manicured and he noticed the curtains covering the windows. Maybe this artist liked his house dark? Darius could relate, he lived in a dark house but his room never had its windows covered.

As he got onto the porch, he glanced around but saw no signs of the artist or anyone really. For a moment, dread seeped in and he wondered if he had gone out and never truly intended to see Darius. He pushed back the doubts and fears, knowing there was only one way to find out. He knocked on the door.

"Ah.. hello?"