On the head of a statue top the kitchen entrance in my guise as the Crow. It’s one I was once fond of, though I find some find it all too easy to see through. Like all of the celts for instance. From this vantage though I can see the drama of the living play out. I see two familiar faces walk in (then again for me every one is a familiar face.) Why would she be involved with the likes of him? Unless…no…He wouldn’t dare try something so brazen, would he? I sit and watch him.