He looks out through the late twilight. The spring wind seems to blow right through him. The fire escape railings are icy cold. **It was supposed to be a homecoming, but no one seems to noticed that I've come home.** He looks at Luna, shivering but loyal. **Except you, of course, and you I scared half to death. Maybe it's better that they didn't notice me, eh?** He stands very still for a very long time, and then walks inside without seeming to realize how long he stood, staring out into the night.