A whisper in the night.
A shadow in the darkness.
My eyes are like an eagles, I can see them in the dark.
My ears are like a bats, I can hear them through the traffic.
“Where is Eugene?”
“I know as little as you, Joan.”
“Sigh. Why is he always late?”
“It must be for a good reason”,
“Oh it better be… well did you at least get the layout?”
“Of course I did Joan, you don’t have very much confidence i...