[Ishu]

December 1st, Chicago; "Polar Bear Cafe".

He ate his ice cream, mulling the peanut butter over in his mouth and against his tongue. It sounded like she had little pieces of happiness in her childhood, which was good. But then she mentioned a graveyard and he found himself interested. "A graveyard?" After saying it, he realized it may have been to see family and not some sort of odd fascination, though that would not surprise him.

He shrugged, "I don't do anything, really." Amante was trying to avoid his part of the story but knew it was unfair. "It's cold and wet, slippery, I don't like it very much. But I do like to walk around and see other people happy. It makes the cause worth fighting for."