Greatwater Lake i've had a famous man on his fire escape

He admitted no remorse - this did not surprise the pale wraith. She watched him grimly, her blackened muzzle wrought with some austere and unkind emotion.

At length she rose and made her leave. Someday she would have to return to this place and find him again and see if he had changed his course of thoughts. For now, the ghastly wretch adopted a lofty trot and with a sly look cast over her head she crowed: "Remorse is for the dead, my enemy." An old familial chant she knew from some distant and bygone era.

And with that, she was gone and the only thing left to tell of her trespass was the rippling of the magnificent lake.