Aidan never returns to the club. He wants, he needs, to sell his jewelry. Aidan has never felt anything so intensely. In fact, Aidan rarely feels at all. He is a creature of essence and desire. He buys velvet boxes of green and dark burgundy, somber as coffins to cradle his creations. He purchases a soft leather bag to carry his wares. It smells of distant places, of memories, of heartache and longing.