Billy shook his head and leaned more heavily on Alan's arm. "I want a drink," he said. "I've got some vodka in the freezer," Alan said. "I'll take some of the Irish whiskey on the sideboard in the living room." Adam looked at him sharply and he shrugged and smiled an apologetic smile. "I've been watching," he said. They crossed the park together and Buddy stopped to look hard at the fountain. "That's where he took Edward, right? I saw that." "Yeah," Alvin said. "Do you know where he is now?" "Yeah," Billy said. "Gone." "Yeah," Adam said. "Yeah." They started walking now, Billy's limp more pronounced. "What's with your leg?" "My foot. I lost a couple toes last year to frostbite and never got them looked at properly." He reeked of piss and booze. "They didn't...grow back?" Bradley shook his head. "They didn't," he said. "Not mine. Hello, Krishna," he said. Alan looked to his neighbors' porch. Krishna stood there, stock still, against the wall. "Friend of yours, huh?" Krishna said. "Boyfriend?" "He offered me a bottle of wine if I let him take me home," Bradley said. "Best offer I had all week. Wanna make it a threesome? An *'ow you say* 'mange ma twat?'" Krishna contorted his face into an elaborate sneer. "Puke," he said. "Bye, Krishna," Buddy said. Alan put his key into the lock and let them in. Blaine made a hobbling beeline for the sideboard and picked up the Jim Beam Apollo 8 commemorative decanter that Adam kept full of Bushmills 1608 and poured himself a tall glass of it. He drank it back in two swallows, then rolled his tongue around in his mouth with his eyes closed while he breathed out the fumes. "I have been thinking about that bottle ever since you bought it," he said. "This stuff is legendary. God, that's good. I mean, that's fucking magical." "It's good," Andrew said. "You can have more if you want." "Yeah," Burke said, and poured out another drink. He carried it and the decanter to the sofa and settled into it. "Nice sofa," he said. "Nice living room. Nice house. Not very normal, though." "No," Andrew said. "I'm not fitting in very well." "I fit in great." He drank back another glug of whiskey and poured out another twenty dollars' worth. "Just great, it's the truth. I'm totally invisible and indistinguishable. I've been sleeping at the Scott Mission for six months now and no one has given me a second glance. They can't even steal my stuff, because when they try, when they come for my shoes or my food in the night, I'm always awake and watching them and just shaking my head." The whole living room stank of whiskey fumes with an ammoniac tinge. "What if I find you some clothes and a towel?" "Would I clean myself up? Would I get rid of this protective coloration and become visible again?" He drank more, breathed out the fumes. "Sure, why not. Why not. Time to be visible. You've seen me, Krishna's seen me. Davey's gonna see me. Least I got to see them first."