Chance heard them and turned to look but was perplexed by their reaction. "What's wrong?" he asked.

The three looked at each other then back at him, "That's what we should be asking you." Andy said. Ruther, not knowing what to do, pointed at Chance's face.

Chance immediately touched his face and felt that both sides of his cheeks were wet. The three of them panicked when they saw his tears kept flowing nonstop, Andy immediately went to sit by his side and patted his back gently. "W-what's wrong? Why are you suddenly crying??" she asked.

Chance continued to tear up and looking as confused as they are, he shook his head, "I...I don't know.." his voice cracked and he couldn't find any other words to say because it was getting harder for him to speak.

Andy looked back at the other two and hugged Chance, "It's... okay. We're here." she said to reassure him. His chest still ached and felt tremendous sadness and he still had no idea why.

After he finally stopped crying, he leaned back onto the couch and took a deep breath. Andy let out a sharp sigh while the other two sighed in relief, "You startled us! How could you suddenly cry like that?" she complained.

Chance smiled softly, "I'm sorry, I... suddenly felt sad and teared up after staring at.." Chance suddenly remembered the man he was staring at and looked back at the cafe's counter, 'Where is he?'

"Staring at whom?" they asked, waiting for Chance to continue talking, "Uh, never mind. He's gone anyways." he muttered. The three became even curious about whom he was talking about but before they could continue to ask, a café staff approached them.

The woman smiled and said, "A hot chocolate for you, Sir." Chance glanced at the drink and waved his hand, "I'm sorry, I think you got it wrong. I haven't ordered anything yet. This drink is not mine." he said.

"But our staff who works at the counter told me to give it to you." she insisted.

"But it really isn't mine."

"Oh, actually, it was ordered for you." they all turned when the one working at the counter spoke.

"Ordered for me?" he asked, confused.

The guy nodded, "The man who just left saw you crying and told me to give you a hot chocolate drink, he already paid for it."

"Maybe it's that man you were talking about." Fuse stated.

Chance thanked the staff and they went back to their jobs. He stared at the drink and tried to remember the man. He took the drink and sipped it and stared outside the glass wall again.

"Just who are you?"

~~~~~~~~~~

After the meet up, Chance left his car in his condominium's parking lot. He hoped for things to get easier since he finally had an idea for the research. He tried to fasten his pace up to quickly get home, when he suddenly felt weird. Well, he is undeniably weird enough, given the fact that he's a freak. But that's not it, he really felt something weird. He tried to look around to see if somebody was following him but there was nobody there. He ignored it and continued walking.

"Is there anything you wish for?"

Chance stopped walking, he swear he had heard a voice. He looked around again but there was still no one around. The parking lot was covered with eeriness and he was startled by a sudden rustle in trash bins beside the elevator. He slowly went towards the spot where he heard the rustling noise, careful not to make a sound, and stopped in front of the trash bins.

As he gently pushed the trash bins, he found out the one behind the rustle. An ethereal being, clad in black. Chance lifted his arm to his mouth to not alarm it of his presence. He has no idea how it came all the way to his condo, did it actually follow him?

Nevertheless, he can't just leave knowing that it followed him. He mustered up all the courage to approach it without alarming it.

But it was already too late.

It had already noticed him.

He put his hands together to plead, "Please don't. Please don't kill me!"

"Meow."

He gripped his chest, he was finished off with just a mere 'meow'. The cuteness of the cat killed him to the point where he didn't care that he looked like a retard by the eyes of the people walking by the parking lot. 

He slapped himself, embarrassed by his actions. He stood up and pressed the elevator's button to go up to his unit but then felt the cat's head brushing itself on his leg. He tried hard to hold himself back because of the pitiful eyes the cat was giving him.

Despite his introversion, he has a soft spot for cats. So, in the end, he carried the cat inside his unit to keep him. He sighed, looking at the happy clingy cat sitting on his lap, "Don't get me wrong, I decided to keep you because Andy is looking for you." The cat stared at him with a tilted head like how other pets listen to their master. Chance backed off a little bit to fight the urge to hug the cute, black kitty. "Don't look at me like that!"

Chance left the cat and went to the bathroom to wash up. While in shower, he remembered the voice who called out to him earlier. "I completely forgot about it because of the cat, but who was that?" he thought. He could swear that there was no one around that time. He stopped thinking about it and continued washing up.

After showering, he put on jogging pants and a big plain white shirt. With a towel around his neck, he sat down in front of his desk to open his laptop. He was about to search for 'King Charles's Death' but then he remembered the professor's advice.

He smiled, "Let's do this!" he said to himself. He typed down the words he had thought back in the Professor's office at the university. Prince Charles, 1889.

Out of all the results, Chance immediately clicked the article about Charles back when he was still a prince.

Charles Howard, Crown Prince of Antares, 1889.

He stared at it for so long without blinking, because he thought he had misread it. "Such a coincidence, I have just noticed now, My research subject is also a Howard." he said. Looking at the article, he thought maybe these small details about the prince could help him. "I wish I had a way to know everything about his story." he sighed.

"Is there anything you wish for?"

He remembered the question that the mysterious voice gave him and he got curious about it again. He glanced at the cat sitting on the bed looking at him. He didn't get to see the person who called him but at least he saw the adorable black cat.

"I'll call you Wish, from now on." he stated while smiling and the cat meowed in return.

Little did he know that a mere cat he named as Wish...

Would be his key to the 19th Century.