Looking behind me I saw... A fox lurking in the shadows feasting on blood stained birds hanging from the bottem of his jaws. The stained birds blood left a trail through and into the darkness of a cave where it grew longer and longer to see the fox. The shadowy fox figure grew darker and darker to see him and each time you could only here the pit pattering of his feet scampering on the hard solid concrete. My voice echoed through the cave as the moon emerges through the cloudy night. And will this mystery be over yet?