The night air was cold tonight -- not freezing but a definite chill. Hitching a ride on a truck with a few Transrail workers, Tina only had a short walk, turning on the back alleyway leading to the hangar. As she approached, she spoted a clocked figure leaning against the wall near the doorway leading into the Redliner's hangar and living quarters. As she drew closer, it was clear that the lone figure was Jonus. His arms were crossed and his head clearly bowed. Though, his hood covered any evidence whether he was sleeping or awake. The night air revealed a steady and calm breathing as each exhale billowed out a faint mist from beneath his hood. [...] -- Dennis D. Kirkpatrick dkirkpat@xxxxxxxxxxxxx http://www.bluething.org ----------------------------------------------------------------------- This message brought to you by the HG-PBEM "OVERDRIVE" mailing list. http://www.bluething.org/overdrive/