A pale blue envelope slipped under the door of Balfour's flat - addressed to Johann, its contents are neatly typed. Ira Almasy's strong perfume faintly scents the paper.
Dear Mr Storm
I am writing to extend an invitation to my apartments tomorrow afternoon. Please do come alone. It would be to our mutual benefit if this correspondence is destroyed.
Faithfully Yours,
I.A. 
[April 25th] A Vision Softly Creeping (Johann)