None, that was, besides those working the graveyard shift. At the morgue, too. Ha ha ha. Barry probably got that one a lot.

Good thing he wasn't quite himself tonight, or he might be grumpy. Certainly too grumpy to walk right past the little gray-skinned thief lurking out behind the building, whistling to himself.

"You know," the janitor remarked indifferently, rolling a garbage bag into the alley bin loudly, "you probably shouldn't just waft that shit. There are way cheaper ways to get a buzz, kiddo."