Arriving via convertible at the tail end of Carnival, are our boys, Franz and Albert. Despite looking like a cross between Mardi Gras and an acid trip, this is Luna, and this is a red carpet opera night.
A mysterious man throws a bouquet to the singer.
He calls himself a count, and has been the talk of the town for the last month or so.
Albert notices that he's dropped his pocket watch. It's engraved thus: Death is certain, its hour uncertain.
Before he can return it though, the count leaves.