The park was reasonable quiet, it was one of the night in which it stayed open for public to let the people study the behaviors of animals at night. Lions snoared, giraffes just... stood, and the birds slept through the wailing of little children who should have been in bed.
Near the tigers, on a bench, sat Max reading the local newspaper. He had come to the zoo for his own amusement, but having found a newspaper he couldn't contain his curiousity.
Not that there was anything new anyways.
Some kids ran past, laughing and screaming and he watched them for a moment, as if a lost memory had come up again, reminding him of something, somewhere.