Tonight he was standing in front of the snake-engraved sink tap on the second-floor girls" lavatory. His eyes fluttered closed and his nostrils were flaring with anticipation. It felt like yesterday for him, but he knew it had been too long for her. Fifty years on a diet of rats had probably driven it insane. Did she miss him? Would she be upset? A whooshing sound set him on alert and with a turn of his heels he found himself face to face with a ghostly figure, pale and gloomy with a faint color of a wisp. 