The boy ran behind the moving van as it ambled down the alleyway. What looked like a worn, tattered comic book had fallen out of the back as the man rolled down the gate. He snagged it and watched too late, the van pulling off. “The Mystic Adventures of Night Man” he read. Cool. He flipped thru the pages as he shuffled back the way he came. Bizarre stories of whale hunters, detectives, snake charmers, little people, musicians, beautiful women and ringmasters abounded in its torn pages. He sat in the alley reading for what seemed like hours. But there was so much missing. It was a confusing ramble, patchwork tales that didn’t seem to tie together. Almost like the most important parts were missing. The kid was a little disappointed. Guess he’d never know the full story. “Sometimes, you just had to have been there.” He dropped the magazine and whirled around! Who said that?!? He stared up at the buildings all around him. That deep, hypnotic voice had almost been inside his head…could it have been..no, he thought. There’s no way. No way that was real. But he still picked up the comic book. And he walked a little faster down the alley than he cared to admit. What a strange place. People had always said that about Paradise Alley…