It was around mornish….Claude LeFont shuffled out of bedroom and haphazardly made the days preparations….or was it night?  Claude had No Idea..

And then…..; he just KNEW he had to be at the Art Gallery in Pointe Bleu Avenue at exactly 11:30 AM…

so began Claudes Meeting with Mystery..

       what did they see with radiant eyes?

what do the ships project from cone-faced instruments?