"Not very well," said Faust. "Actually, though he and Eliza were fairly close, he never really took a liking to me. Odd, isn't it?" Maybe this actually was a little odd, as back then, Faust hadn't been such a trainwreck. He wondered if Meinke would recognize him. Probably not.

"In any case, I haven't been in contact with him since before my wife's death. He may even have moved. But I hope not." For his benefit, as well as theirs. "When I knew him, he was a man of medium height. Receding hair, blond. Light blue eyes. I remember he showed up to one Christmas wearing a terrible sweater. Just terrible. Green, with little prancing reindeer..."

Faust was getting a little off topic. GOOD LUCK GUYS.