Starflower trudged into the park, 6:30 at night and feeling the cool California winter air chilling him. He had his duffel bag with him, bowie knife in its hip holster, and his green army surplus trench coat wrapped tightly around him. The book he brought with him, SAS: A History of Death by Ret. Col. Bill Sussman, it was just burning a hole in his hand until he could read it. His journal was also in the duffel bag, incase he needed to refer to any notes.
He walked up beside the tree with Flame of Mans grave marker, sat down, and pulled out the SAS book....and his joint. He sparked it up, opened the book, and lost himself in the history of the English special forces while he waited on Digger, or any other Uratha, to show up.