After all the emailing, blogging, and searching, I finally met Claude. It was an interesting meeting to be sure. I had just come down from the roof, where I’d been tending Claude’s pigeons, to get something out of the flat I’d been renting, when I saw him standing in the hall.
Claude nodded. He looked a bit under the weather so I told him to come on in to my flat.
Of course, after all he’d been through, Claude needed some rest. Fortunately, I have plenty of space. So one mystery is solved, now we just need to find a way to keep Peter (or anyone else) from exploding.
Save the hospice nurse, save the world.