Most people assume that it cannot rain in malls. But you'd doubt your common sense with one glance at the teenager in the cafe.

This person was simply the picture of misery. Decked out completely in black, baggy pants, lumpy sweatshirt with the hood up, one couldn't even tell if this person was male or female. The figure was sitting in one of those heavy metal chairs near the pizza place, feet tucked under. The head was resting on folded arms.

If an artist were to create a impressionistic picture of this miserable child, they would surely include a grey raincloud pouring down and creating puddles about that person's feet.

Phillip considered the sexless figure wreathed in clouds of gloom as he paced outside the cafe. He had leaflets to deliver, voters to convince. He wasn't even sure if the heap of black cloth was of voting age, but as Governor Griffon so often stated, "The children are our future." and if was important to the Governor then it was important to Phillip C. Priest. Steeling himself in determination, clutching his quota of leaflet's before him like a shield, he approached the figure, "May I ask if you have considered the state of Bayfield City in today's world?" He asked, beginning his pitch with energy and gusto.

There was a pause that almost lasted too long, before the figure decided that, yes, this person is talking to me.

She raised her head. It was, indeed, a she. The girl stared at the man evenly with a most astonishing pair of eyes, and then burst into outragous laughter.

Considered the state of Bayfield? Oh yeah. She thought, I know what state Bayfield is in. Every month an increasing number of people transform into vicious monsters and stalk the night looking for prey. Hundreds die every week, due to mysterious causes. Some of them had their bodies ripped to shreads, some were found dead with only two pinpoint wounds at their necks. Demons roam the streets, killing and corrupting; bored gods cause general havoc and annoyance. And you know what? No one can do anything about it. Some days I wish I was Unnish.

The laughter lasted a remarkably long time before settling down to the occasional giggle. Then the girl raised her head again to stare the man in the face.

"Do you believe in werewolves?"

Phillip had been laughed at before, many times in fact over the course of his work. Some people just couldn't see the light, somehow believing against all reasonable thought and obvious evidence that there was a more suited candidate for political office than a Griffon. He had gotten used to it, treated it as a sign of a defective mind that should be pitied. Still, there was something in this laughter, some note that chilled him to the bone.

The question threw him further off balance, "Uh.. no. No I can't say that I do believe in werewolves, miss. But.. uh," His rehearsed speeches came back to him, his balanced re-asserted itself like a gyroscope. "I can tell you something I do believe in. I believe in the basic values that this city is losing, values that John Griffon can help us to re-establish."

She cut him off a little, speaking just as he was wrapping up. She spoke in intensity.

"Werewolves are real. You should let your mind accept that fact. If you accept it, you can protect yourself. Don't go out on the full moon.... Unless you want to die. Or be turned. Don't do it." The girl figured she should at least warn him. During the course of her little speach, she'd rested her hands infront of her, and now one could see that each of her fingernail were painted a different, bright color. Each color of the rainbow was represented in her nails.

Well this was a first. Never before had someone attempted to interest Phillip in their cult whilst he was attempting to interest them in his politcs. In fact, no-one aside from Governor Griffon himself had ever spoken to him with such belief and intensity. This girl was genuinely afraid to go out at night. Perhaps a little confidence and solidarity would inspire her, "I shall go out when Governor Griffon requests me to do so. Full moon or no full moon." He declared.

She let out a huge sigh and rested her eyes some yards away from her, not seeing anything.

"You don't understand me at all, do you?" She muttered without looking at him. This was, of course, more than obvious. She almost envied him his ignorance.