The man moving away from the van door was dressed in a rat costume. As well as the black skull cap, he had a tight black suit which hugged his portly well-bellied frame and he sported a rat tail from his backside that slapped the back of his knees. He walked towards the brothers calmly holding on to a small empty white ceramic drinking cup.
Thinking he was dreaming this, Sabienn turned to an equally bemused Bray to confirm that he was still awake. The calmness of the rat man seemed to temper the need for urgency at the moment. The expression on the rat man’s face was more constipated than injured.
Fast thoughts filled Sabienn’s mind. Who submits themselves to the humiliation of wearing a rat costume? The man was moving not towards the brothers but towards the water tap within the park as
