We stood cheery under the Blue Bridge. The rain fell and the chill blew through our autumn gear. Startled, we caught a glimpse of a figure in the far distance slowly making its way down the path. It walked queerly. Only an intermittent touch of light illuminated its face. What was it? A vampire? Zombie? We tensed, preparing for the end. Was it? Was this ghoulish figure bringing our doom? It appeared from the dark path and revealed itself in full. There stood Perch with a smile. We would live to see another day.