And in the morning they brazenly threw me, leaving hairs of wool on an already stale blanket and a bunch of unanswered questions. Oh, how angry I was! Either to worry that a stray werewolf or a naked Reed is wandering somewhere around the district, or to be glad that it’s not for me to deal with this. But I'm not used to rejoicing early, it is unlikely that the beast that tracked me down to Laramie will leave me alone so easily. And if he is not there, then Reed has already left the room. But where did he go - a good question. I should ask if Reed...