<strong>Norm</strong><br/><br/>"Ron.  Yeah.  Got it," he says to the cab driver, before the door shuts and he zooms off, leaving the three of them standing alone on the pavement.  Alone, that is, except for a fluid, ever-moving ecosystem of uni kids.  Dressed in everything from rugby jerseys to Victorian dress to practically nothing, and everything in between.  Ah, university, thinks Norm.  He has vague recollections of being forced to share a bunk with a lad from Manchester who talked up Man U<em>all the goddamn time</em>, really, he wouldn't shut up about it.  That and pussy, endless pussy, everything was about pussy with him.  Pussy and football.   Well, pussy, football, and beer.  Ryan...Bridges, that was his name.  Yeah, that was about when Norm first started to hate humanity.<br/><br/>He approaches number thirty-one, and glances up at the open window.  The whalesong is pretty odd, but nothing especially worrying in and of itself.   With a quick look at Bran and Miyo for confirmation, he briskly strides up to the door and knocks upon it.  "Miss...er...." he grimaces, feeling dirty just speaking the words.  "Moonshadow? Raven Moonshadow?"