A couple of minutes later the "Doctor" left and the restaurant was beginning to close."The folks you meet these days," I whispered as I started cleaning. I like to sing if you don't mindit. I do it every time I'm alone and not on the streets, which doesn't happen that much sinceI'm an orphan. As I sing, a dark figure walks by and knocks on the glass door. "We're closed!" I shout, but the figure knocks again, pounding it's fists against the glass."Uhh, I don't like this," and I start backing away to the back door.