<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>GM POST</strong></span><br/></div><hr/><br/>Even late at night there were people wandering the winding paths of central park.  Though it was not as busy as it is during the day murmuring voices and muted footsteps could be heard.  A beautiful crescent moon dangled overhead, supplying a small amount of light, and the wooded parkland looked solicitous, dark and mysterious.  The bushes off to Meryl's right rustled lightly, a small drawn out sound coming from it, and ahead two people turned a corner and vanished from her sight.