Sable sat in the Gazebo watching the traffic and listening to the birds in the trees. A gentle wind blew through the square. This was the perfect spot for the best wind. But winds blew through here all the time. It was probably one of the features that helped them decide to name the town Zephyr in the first place.

Andremoth Grey walked beside the Gazebo with a handful of bird seed. He was tossing little bits of it onto the path for them. Crows gathered near his feet.

"How are things with the girl?" Sable said with her back to him.

"I'm making progress. She's an interesting girl, alright."

"Have you learned anything useful yet?" Sable asked him.

"Not yet but, I will. Give me time," he told her.

"I want to know if she's like him or not and what that means exactly."

"All I know is that she is one confused young woman," Andremoth stated.

"Aren't we all confused, Andy?"

He looked at one of the crows eating the seeds on the ground.

"No, Sable," he said. "I believe some of us know exactly what we're doing."

She laughed and then stood up. "Feeding crows?"

"Whenever I can," he said.

"Okay. Come to the museum on Sunday. I'll have your payment."

She walked out of the Gazebo and toward the old fire station.