A small head peeks out of the serving window of the trailer; a cherubic boy with a mess of tossled brown hair, a bright smile, and dirt smeared across his cheeks. His lips are stained with the same black ichor permeating the field but he grins and wipes it away as he pulls himself up onto the small counter.  Wearing an equally dirty red shirt and blue shorts the small boy let's his legs dangle over the side of the trailer as he beams at them, playing with the small baseball in his hands.<br/><br/>"Friends!" he cries out happily, a thin trail of black slime dribbling down his chin, and then scowls as the 'dogs' continue to growl at them "Friends!" he says more insistently to the snarling creatures.<br/><br/>Whimpering, most of the spidery legged dogs turn away, chasing after the elusive wisps of spirit with happy barks.  A few continue to watch them.  One in particular, the largest by far, still snarls softly.<br/><br/>The boy cradles his ball to his chest as he peers at them through his messy bangs "Friends . . " he repeats softly " . . who want me to go?  Who don't want to be friends anymore?" a frown creases his innocent looking face and the sky darkens perceptibly above them.