The shelter was full, the beach was colder than the day before, and Zakary didn’t have anywhere to stay. He walked through the street hugging his parka to his body, feeling cold but also annoyed. The sun was long under, the lack of sunlight in autumn really annoyed him, and he also had only had some fries for dinner. He walked past Pangean Beer, but found himself take a few steps back. It was the place where he had hidden out the night Paul got murdered. He studied the place but it was empty. He had no idea what time it was, but he tried to imagine it filled, with people, with a crowd that wouldn’t ask questions. He looked up when the door to the place opened, and he was once again eye in eye with a familiar face. But that familiar face and this place. It wanted to run, but he kept standing. “Can I ask you for the time?” he asked, swallowing.