I pounded up the hill to campus, scattering startled pedestrians. When I encountered roads, I jumped them, sailing high in the air, clearing the cars ...asy. I guess I should count myself lucky I didn't encounter any lorries, or buses, or even a double decker, that might well have ended my mad dash prematurely. As I came charging up to the university gate, there were a few of the anti-MORFS people still there. They screamed in terror when they saw me coming, maybe thinking I was attacking them. I. "The wolf just licked the tip of my nose to my utter surprise and wagged its long and black fluffy tail. I crawled back out and looked at the beautiful creature before me. I felt so stupid to think it would hurt me. I confidently reached out my right hand and stroked the top of his black head, feeling how soft his fur was between my fingertips. The wolf stepped forward, nuzzled me under my arm and drew closer. I hugged him, resting my head on his soft fur. "I'm sorry that I was scared of you.. Sam’s promotion party was well under way, and the wine was flowing. Phoebe was running around doing her best to fulfill all her duties as hostess, meanwhile Gemma was basking in the attention of all Sam’s single lawyer friends. And a few of the married ones. She looked stunning in a fuschia dress that framed her body perfectly it was fitted around her waist and then opened out into a full skirt. Her hair was straightened and she was wearing it over one shoulder. As she spoke, she was twirling. Then I look away, I can never look at him for long. It’s October 31st, Halloween, four-thirty in the afternoon. The Wetherspoon’s pub on North Street, Brighton is gearing up for the inevitable. In a couple of hours the place will be packed to the mezzanine with ghosts and goblins, monsters and witches. Meanwhile I’m sitting there with a pint of Devil’s Backbone, which is appropriate I suppose. I had nowhere else to go, no destination in mind. I’d been drawn to the Sussex coast months before,.