Clip from a point in time of "Double Harolds"
The red haired man looked at each of us in turn. Then his chilling green gaze locked on me. “Hello, I couldn't help hearing your conversation. Mind if I join?” Every fiber of my being wanted to scream out NO! But I didn’t, call it momentary stupidity. “S-sure. Um, I-I’m Dr. Harold Crane. A-and this i-is M-mister Finch.” I glanced at him next to me, his lighthearted gaze he had had when we were talking books now long gone. The man gave us a sinister toothy grin. He showed more teeth than was socially normal, his green gaze devious. “Pleasure. Aka Niiro, it mean “Bloody Red” in my native tongue. Fitting, no?” He made a casual flick of his pale hand towards his hair to show what he was talking about. But I felt the murderous double meaning behind his words. I wanted nothing more at that moment than to run. But I wouldn’t leave without my new friend Mr. Finch. I also didn’t want to chance provoking this dangerous seeming man. So I stayed.
