I want to just curl up in a ball on the sidewalk and start crying when a swarthy man comes running out the door of the shop. He has rough skin and tusks coming out of his mouth, like Weizack’s dead partner Riley back at the charnel house, except he’s a bit shorter and his skin is darker. I realize that neither his looks nor Riley’s surprise me the way the ghoul’s did. They seem almost normal to me. I stand there staring at him through blurry eyes for what seems like a very long time before I realize he’s yelling at me.