Welcome to New Orleans, during Mardi Gras season. Some places reckon they know how to have a good time and let their hair down. To New Orleans, they were as wet as a quiet Sunday Afternoon in a Welsh village. Here in New Orleans, they not only smashed the bottle on the boat, but set fire to the harbor as well. Humanity pressed and squeezed, the sounds of music- Jazz and other old world, deeper beats pervaded this city. Giant floats moved down the streets, clowns, skeletons and more. Women exposed themselves for bead necklaces as per tradition and the liquor flowed free and quick, thick and heavy. It was a party atmosphere and somewhere, at the the Red Devil Hotel, room 203 was an old student of Richard Croft, who was seeking to help him find the truth of the world. Ah well. At least if it didn't pan out, she could always enjoy the atmosphere.