Stephen looks at me with his gorgeous eyes, filled with not hurt but amusement at my action. I look at everyone else. They don't have amusement in their eyes, but something around resentment and jealousy. Erin comes up behind us and speaks softly, "Come on Stephen we only have an hour today." I watch Tim wave them through then beckon at me. "You too," he rumbles. I follow quickly, leaving the people in the lobby watching me walk. .-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-end of chapter 2.-.-.-.-.-.-.- I breathe in the sharp fall air. Full with the promise of snow and the crunching of leaves. Stephen's soft vrooming sound is the only thing I can hear as we make our way to our Saturday hangout. Hobo Steve's. I see the brightly colored tent from a block away. "God so help me," I hear Stephen mutter next to me. I can't help it, within seconds I'm laughing. Every Saturday Steve insists on putting on a "trick show" with his pony. Yes we are friends with a homeless guy with a pony. A pony named Cerberus.