From one of the alleys of Goodneighbour comes a sound that might be mistaken for the usual carnal cries, or maybe the whimpers of some wounded stray cat. On closer listening, however, it’s sobbing - trying and failing to be muffled.
She’s seized and her system has cooled down, but she’s not back, not yet. More time. She doesn’t dare stray out into the open. Not yet.
















