7:15 and the moon rose over a cold bay. It was like a ghostly woman watching over lost souls making their way in this cold, harsh world. A poet falls in love with her glow, her soul, her smile, while Dick was stuck with another body, another cold night and another collection of conversations ranging from absurd to mildly threatening. I mean, who would ever think Dick needed a partner? He's totally fine on his own. A lone ranger. A man of his own mind. Adhere on the other hand...maybe he needed a hand to hold.