Once he got to the house, he noticed that there was no way inside without changing. He couldn't risk that.

  He looked around to make sure he wasn't spotted. Suddenly, a familiar figure walked the empty town and walked in his direction. Heart pounding, he darted to the side of the house. He immediately recognized who it was.

  Sally?

  What was she doing out here at night?

  Was he spotted?

  Heart pounding louder, Howl did his best to keep the noise at bay. He prayed she wasn't following him here.

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  Sally knocked on the door of his father's. When the door open, she slipped inside.

  Was his father up this late too? Why?

  Howl crept to the window, and listened in....

  "Sally, what is your purpose for coming here so late?" His father asked her.

  Sally sighed. "I just wanted to make sure you're okay, it seems that you haven't been sleeping very well. You're always...HERE!"

  Then his father didn't say a word to her. "I'm fine!" He said absentmindedly. "No need to worry yourself, old friend."

  There was a long pause. Why wasn't his father doing alright? This isn't like him!

  Then Sally began. "This is about your boys, isn't it?"

  Another long pause.

  "I don't have any....I'm just.....old...that's all. Can't I live my last days in peace?"

  Howl swallowed hard, and growled low. You motherfucker!

  "Very well." Sally replied. "I'll be here tomorrow to check on you. I think you need a good talking to."

  "Goodnight Sally."

  "Goodnight Frank."