“Thought I found a body. It happens sometimes, especially over wintah. People on the street freeze to death sometimes.” The man says in a thick Boston accent. “Othah-wise yah be a bit young to get black-out drunk in an alleyway.”

“It’s spring. Where the fuck are my clothes?” I ask finally standing up. I was in nothing but my underwear, which felt…wet.

“Nah, spring’s not till the equinox, couple weeks away still. If yah been here all night, folk probably stole ‘em.”

“Yeah, Coppers are on the way, called it in to the store across the way”

“Coppers probably give you a blanket or such…”