WHO: Greta Morgan & Werewolves WHEN: Friday afternoon WHERE: Some New York street of unimportance. WHAT: Girl, you need to forget this wolf thing. WARNINGS: tba?
A few blocks from Greta's apartment there was an ice-cream shop which a range that was staggeringly impressive. She'd taken to going in and rewarding herself for anything even vaguely good she did on a daily basis, just for an excuse to try them all. Today her reasoning was returning her library books before they were due and for that she got a cone of
Walking down the street and eating it, Greta spotted a boy who looked familiar and for a moment she couldn't place him. But there was something about him that she recognised, not just his face but something more than that.
Then she realised: the boy from the woods. She couldn't remember his name. She sped up a little to catch him and said, "it's you, from the woods. Do you remember me?"