The streets were quiet, and a light rain was falling. It was past one in the morning when a pair of headlights appeared on the street. The car--a large, black sedan--moved down the street, the headlights turning off as it came upon a dark alley which it turned into. The car stopped, but the engine was kept running. Two figures emerged and popped open the trunk taking out something heavy that was wrapped in a thin blanket. They dumped their cargo amoung the trash and got back into the car making a hasty exit. The bundle lay still, but eventually there was movement and a groan. The pale face of a young man emerged, his lip was cut and swollen and his right eye was swollen shut, only one bright blue eye looked up into the sky, enjoying the cold water as it fell soothingly against his face. He was tired, although, for the first time in a long time, he was happy. His eye closed as a heavy dreamless sleep found him.