You have no wife.

Back at the Saxon mansion, David was being held back by bodyguards of the family who had to herd him into the house since he had evacuated the car and caused quite the ruckus. 

The tourists, reporters and other by standers had been so excited to be up and close with a real life Saxon.

One of them had even yelled, "Get a picture of me with the white haired freak." 

Out of excitement, they had practically attacked him with their cameras, forcing him to take pictures with them or just trying to grab his hair. 

A genuine strand of Saxon hair could be sold for as much as one thousand dollars online or a genetics lab. Sometimes, it was even higher.

One time, Nile Saxon, a member of the fifth clan of the family and a professional nutritionist and life style influencer had put up his hair for auction. It sold for three hundred fifty thousand dollars.

From then on, some people lost their minds occasionally and tried to rip hair from the heads of the Saxons. Since then, grooming services had been moved in house. 

That was why the bodyguards had to act quickly like a trained swat team, move in and take David inside quickly. 

He was put inside a golf cart and driven up to the main house then sent to the first floor of the tower where members of the first Saxon family lived. 

The entire time, David was struggling against their hold and insisting that they let go of him. 

"I have to follow my wife. Do you hear me, i have seen my wife." 

Those were the words he was yelling when he was shoved into the living room in his grandparents place. 

Grandma Saxon was reading a hardcopy of a newspaper when David was brought in. It was not the first time that her favorite grandson had been dragged home like a run away teenager infatuated with a girl thanks to hormones and stupidity.

It was also not the first time that he had yelled out this nonsense about his fictional wife, Phoebe and how he needed to find her.

A year ago, David had come down with a serious fever which could not be explained. He even went into a coma and had to be in the hospital for a good four months.

When he opened his eyes, he had immediately started talking about this mythical woman that he was supposedly married to. 

"David, i hate to remind you of this again for the hundredth time but you are not married child. You have no wife." She spoke to him softly, the way a grandmother would to a five year old.

She dotted on David a lot because he was the grandchild she raised personally since his parents spent a lot of time away in their independent research labs. 

His two sisters and older brother had been born at a time when his parents were not so busy. He was the unfortunate one to be born late and he didn't get as much love and attention from them.

So, in turn, she gave him triple the love and attention to make up for that gap. 

"Should i arrange another blind date for you?" she asked him. 

David glared at the beefy bodyguards who were blocking the door before slowly moving towards his grandmother and sitting down.

Even though he longed to escape and find Phoebe, they would not move unless his grandmother ordered them to.

"I don't need another blind date with another doe eyed daughter of a wealthy family looking to become a Saxon. I just need my Phoebe." 

Grandma Saxon sighed. The way David talked about this Phoebe, you would think she was more important than oxygen. 

She had looked high and low among David's circles and the women belonging to the elite first generation families of Citrus city and there was no Phoebe Gabriel.

Even in Fog country, she couldn't find this woman. 

A close friend had suggested that David had encountered one of those dirty ghosts from his long stay in the hospital which had charmed him.

She had even suggested that she visit a shaman to find a way to break the spell on David. 

That friend had even gone so far to suggest that he had been enchanted by a nine tailed fox or a siren.

There was no absence of rumors about creatures like those in Citrus city, not that any had ever been seen publicly. They were just rumors just like the witch of the Saxon family.

Grandma Saxon sighed again. What had started out as silly talk with an old friend was now quickly becoming a thing to consider seriously. 

David had been to church and the priest said he was okay. In fact, they had been to different priests of various religions and nothing helped.

They had gone to a temple and nothing came out of the ghost chasing talismans. Now, she was seriously considering the shaman. She would do anything to save her grandson. 

The rumors of his assumed lunacy were already travelling fast among the elite circles. If something was not done quickly, David's reputation would be ruined and he would have to take retreat from the real world.

A forced break according to the rules of the family in order to avoid staining it's good Saxon name. 

"Did you see anybody Edgar? Any woman with flaming locks of red hair like red wine." she turned to his bodyguards.

She used the words that David had used personally to describe Phoebe's hair. She left out the extravagant parts about it being similar to silk that had been woven by the gods themselves. Of which Gods David had spoken of, she had no idea. 

Edgar, the beefiest of the bodyguards who looked like he ate iron for a living judging from his behemoth size alone shook his head. 

"There were so many people outside the gates matriarch. I am not sure if i saw anything. Perhaps we can look at the security footage from the cameras monitoring the front gates for certainty." he responded in a raspy deep voice. 

"I saw her." David sat up and emphasized. "She was there and she turned around when i called her name. She is here, in the city somewhere and i am going to find her with or without help."

Grandma Saxon sighed and nodded at the bodyguards. 

They stepped aside for David to leave. He kissed his grandmother on the cheek and left immediately. 

"What about you Polly, did you see any red haired woman?" 

The bodyguard that was standing next to Edgar with his arms crossed across his chest got this look of unsureness across his face. He had seen a flash of red hair when a woman jumped into a taxi. 

But, that was around the time when the crowd went crazy and he had to go into guard dog mode for his young master David.

"Maybe, but i am not sure." he answered. 

Grandma Saxon sighed again and opened the diamond studded black purse which had been sitting next to her the entire time. From the bag, she retrieved a white business card and looked down at it skeptically. 

It was the business card of the so called extraordinary shaman her friend had recommended. There was no name on the card, just a name and an address. 

"The Black Ghost Cafe,"