Sheldon the hedgehog is beneath the Mobius City Bridge, by the shore of the river that separates the west side of the city from the east on a calm, breezy Thursday night. It is the night before Zoonic's murder and he is alone, but, expecting somebody.
He takes his cell out and checks the message again – yes, he said underneath the bridge at checks the time again; he had been waiting here for thirty minutes.
"Where is he?" Sheldon runs his hands through his spikes, agitated. He walks around in circles, becoming anxious. "This isn't the type of thing he should be playing around with, and end up coming late." He kicks up the sand; it gets blown away by the light breeze, twinkling like shards of crystal, or the stars that were absent from the city sky.
