He leant precariously out of the window and waved at the shadowy blob beneath him. "Hey! Hey, is that you? Up here!" "Ssssshhhh, Yes!" The blob hissed, "Spa- uh…Si…you- you'll wake up the entire street!"
//we ran like children-- how could we not? maybe i should describe it as running as free as the lose tides that rip the shore. we wished for the ability to do it more often, but, alas, we were too troubled to do such things without worries. that's why it can only really be described as running like children.//