āŗ two are in despairā
{āŗ}āMike wasnāt typically found in this sort of place. Not because he didnāt necessarily fit in, but because he usually made a habit of staying out of these sorts of places. For some strange reason, he couldnāt quite make heads or tails of the streets. He tapped the shoulder of someone near him, looking quite lost and dazed.
Ā Ā Ā āScuse me,ā The Irish vampire said, clearing his throat.Ā āCan yeĀ āelp me find me way? I cannae seem tā figure out where I am and Iād much apppreciaāe help gettinā meself home,ā he said.












