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The small town of Hamlin, a collection of farms, houses and a small church. As the carriage pulled into the town. Isabella looked out the window. It was late afternoon and it was oddly.....picturesque. Peaceful and quiet perhaps a little too quiet.
"Hmm......Don't you hear it, Ceil?" She said, frowning. To Ciel's questioning glance, she said. "The sound of this town, somethings wrong about it...."

The town's magistrate was waiting for them by the town's small inn. He greeted the Earl as they climbed out of the carriage. "Welcome to Hamlin Lord Earl. I appreciate your visit, I have spoken to the inn keeper, this town is rustic....I hope that that the rooms are adequate."

The innkeeper nodded and showed them the what seemed like the only two rooms that he had. Apologizing all the while.
The downstairs of the inn was a small pub, where a few locals sat around lanterns playing cards with a mug of ale or whatever to happened to be.
Isabella smiled her thanks as they climbed the stairs to the upper level. The rooms where indeed rustic, and sparse of the furnishings, but the bed was nice, all the linen perfectly clean. It was very clean and bright.
"If there is anything you wish, I will do my utmost to make your stay more comfortable." The innkeeper said, bowing a little before he left them.

Isabella walked over to the windows a pair of chairs and a table was set up in front of the largest one. "Particular...." She placed a black gloved hand on the plane of glass. "...the rooms are a little nicer then I expected from a town this small. Look at this glass, this could be a window from the manor."

There was the sound of music playing not far from the church, it was the sound of a violin playing a lament. The music, for all it's sadness, was lovely and expressed all the love and sorrow of the human heart.
A man stood among the graves, playing at the foot of a recently buried. It's headstone was plain, but for the deceased's name. 'James Macken' The man playing the violin was fairly young, with a mess of wind-tossed blond hair wearing his sunday best, which was oddly very fine and expensive considering that the Headstone was so plain. He appeared to be in his twenty's, and was the only mourner at this particular funeral.
The song over, the violin player lowered his bow and turned sad blue eyes downwards.

The man was so startled by Sebastian's approach that he jumped a little and nearly stumbled over his own feet in his haste to turn around. Clenching the violin in his arms, he looked at the other with wide blue eyes. "S-So s-sorry...I...I..." He bent down to place the violin in a case at his feet. From it's color and gloss, It appeared to be a Stradivarius violin, one of the most rare and sought after instruments in the world.
The blond man picked up the case and with fumbling fingers took out a pair of thick round glasses to see with whom he was talking to.
"D-D-disappearing childen y-y-you say?" He stuttered out. "A-a-are -y-y-you with Scotland....Y-y-yard?" He asked.

"N-no....Not-not really." He answered. He took a slow deep breath. "I-I heard a-about the miss-missing children in the n-news p-p-papers. So sad." He said, "T-the c-children here h-had g-g-g.....Gone missing a-as well." He looked at the grave. "I-I-I f-found out when.....I-I came to s-s-see my f-f-father one l-last time."

James made a vague squeaking sound, looking a little horrified. But the expression melted away into a nervous smile. "Y-yes.....I-I am he." He pushed his thick glasses up. " I-I-...I n-normally...D-d-don't give out m-m-my real name."

James took his time thinking about it, shuffling his feet a little before looking up with a sort of a half hearted smile on his face. "I would like to meet them....."

With that, They walked back to the inn. As James was following Sebastian through the pub section. One of the locals waved to James. "Jim, Sorry to hear about yer father. You know we hold no grudge against him." James returned the wave, which was a big mistake as he tripped on a chair leg and stumbled into Sebastian's back. "S-So Sorry!" He wailed as held the violin case to himself. His face went red with embarrassment and as he was apologizing to Sebastian, noticed that his glasses where missing. "Oh no! My glasses!" James got down on his knees, blindly groping the floor for his missing glasses.

Isabella looked up as the door opened. She and Ciel where on the bed, apparently making out when Sebastian interrupted them. The girl pulled off of the boy and pulled her top closed. "Sebastian!!"