<em>Good! Clean getaway.</em>*He sighed and rose out of the piles of old newspapers, shaking one off that was damp.*<strong>Aw! Man, that's just sick, what a horrible idea to hide in those.</strong>*He brushed some other debris off and peeked around the corner of the alley opening.*<em>Good, she is long gone.</em>*He yawned and stretched, completely oblivious of Mon, secure in the thought he had lost her.*<strong>I wonder what that guy thought when he tried to open the door?</strong>*He laughed to himself a bit, then frowned.*<strong>Maybe I can find some job that pays under the table though. Then I won't have to do that to people and I won't have my name callously thrown around.</strong>*He paced restlessly in the alleyway.*