The day lasted forever, and when it was done Sirius was belched outwards into the nightair. It was cool now, the whinds of nearfall gusting down the rodeway, the others that remained, let off from their shifts, milled shortly along the sideways, inclemently dispersing into ether. He was tired, and the whind such as it was was cooling. If he sweeted much he would be very sweety right then. He saw Fred walk by, not noticing him. Mare passed him by, and stopped to talk.
“Well,” hear we are,” sed Mare.
“We are always here,” repped Sirius, in a bit of a revelay. “Nothing ever changes. Where always right where we are.”
“What?” intergated Mare.
“Sorry,” sed Sirius, shaking his head. He started walking towards the train station. “I am just starting to slip, that's all. See you on the marrow.”
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