Late at night our friend wanders a little and ponders quite a lot on a long walk along a river looking for a reason to keep on living. He meets up with a troll and a few other all-night ghouls as he drifts along, searching for purpose. They all find it amazing our friend can negotiate his way through the day posing as a teacher.
Excerpt: “He sits. Strangely when he sits under the bridge his head is still near the roof. Wasn’t his head touching the roof when he was standing? He sits. He still fills the space. I’ll tell you a story, but you better send a tasty child my way or I’m not telling you anymore.”
