Alex looked at the performance ticket placed on the nightstand, burrowed into the blanket, feeling the softness of the new bed.
He still agreed with Glen, not for any other reason, but simply because he heard him say this was a performance by a famous ballet troupe.
Hughes once mentioned that the mysterious lady with the mark similar to his was a ballet dancer.
Although he knew things couldn't always be so coincidental, and this world was so vast, Alex still wanted to try his luck. Even if he didn't meet the person herself, what if someone in the dance troupe had heard her name or seen a similar mark?
Ballet dancers often appeared before the public, could be interviewed in newspapers, were surely very famous in the profession, and likely had their own information network.
Thinking so, he carefully put the ticket away.
