Hitch The short male curled up on the bed, his blond hair covering his white face, eyes closed. Hitch sighed, not in sadness but in exasperation. The human male called Stephan had been his pet since he was about 18, but had accidentally killed itself at 20. What a shame, Hitch liked this one. It was still in it's shorts and white t-shirt, collared to the wall it had strangled itself by. Well, Hitch scooped up the cold body and carried it out to its final resting place, a hole in the ground next to his last pets. -- It was a cold autumn evening and Hitch was walking briskly down the road. It had been two weeks since he had lost his playmate and it was making him restless. He had played all the tricks he could on the normal population but was missing the fun he was having at home. He needed another toy. He wasn't actively looking for one as he moved down the pavement, his grey coat sweeping in the wind. It was always on his mind, but he just never found the right moment. It was getting pretty dark and the last trains were rolling in at the station. He hated the trains, but it served him right for going out of his way to visit the big cities. Hitch sat down at his station, noticing a couple of people around. Two teenage lovers cuddling in the station light, an elderly man trying to read the paper, and one small male on his own. Hitch looked around before walking to stand next to the latter one. He always looked a bit intimidating to young men and women. At his height and muscle mass, plus his apparent age always spooked some people, girls more than guys. But he managed to be just about charming enough to convince them into conversation. "Hey, you wouldn't happen to know the time, my friend?" Hitch stood perpendicular to the young boy, admiring his youthful looks. Maybe, this could be his replacement. Maybe.