GROUNDING

It was a different world that Knife had been born into. An uncaring world. A town of strangers where people lived close by but not near, worked in the same building as but not with, where families moved in the night and where friends came and went according to trends and needs.

Knife's face-to-face contacts now were mostly those wanting payment, or those who streaked by in the street.

Ingnook and Pook curled up and cried in his heart.