There was that croon in the night. They were barking at me. Or no, they were barking at themselves. But I had to maintain my pace. They should not realize my timidity. If they shall come to know of my fear, I am bound to be attacked. Had they gone united, had they attacked me at one, had they leapt at me, had they slaughtered me…??? Thank God! You saved me and I just recovered from the shock. This might have been my end. How often do I find them in the deserted streets! And all the streets are deserted. More often than not, you find them in yourself, but why in us? We got that from our parents. No, it is not heritable. But it is epidemic. From our nurture! How strange is the thought! Yet I am safe. And I am at peace. Am I at peace? Or am I also…? No, I am not. I cannot be. Yes, I am safe.