“The itsy-bitsy spider crawled up the waterspout.” The soft sound of shoes against a cement surface, “Down came the rain and washed the spider out.” They stopped, the dark room coated in a film of silence, “Oh there you are.”

“You weren’t supposed to find me so easily.”

“Wasn’t I? Well, you should have hid better if that was the case. Now come out, it’s time to finish our game.”

He crawled out from under the fringe of the bench dusting off his clothes with a rather hosti...