You take a walk along the shore and as the sun starts to set, you find a perfect bench. Sitting there, you read Karl's publications as if they were poems. Love poems! Because isn't it when we are in love that we tend to pay attention to seemingly random details of a situation and give them significance? Don't we all remember the moment before the first kiss?

• The fox was accompanied
• by an unmarked male
• of unknown age,
• alone and
• apparently relaxed

You took her hand as you walked up the staircase. There was a muffled conversation behind a door. You knocked and waited...