At exactly twelve noon, I once more heard a whisper of sound from behind me. Swiveling around in my chair, I took in the unlikely trio marching through my reception area. He led the procession dressed in the same outlandish and wrinkled outfit from earlier. Another man wearing a dark suit, white shirt, and blue tie followed closely behind. The third member of the trio, bringing up the rear, turned out to be a twenty-something girl, sporting all black, including dyed-black hair, black eye shadow, and black lipstick.