August 15, 1500h
	"Hard t'believe that school's gonna be startin' in a coupla 
weeks," Filb remarked as his eyes idly followed a knot of teenagers 
heading toward the beach.
	His partner, caught mid-yawn, offered an apologetic smile. "Man, I 
need more coffee.  And I know what you mean.  Me an' Babs got a meeting 
with Spud's new teacher tomorrow."
	"You're sendin' him to Somerset this year, right?"
	Dick nodded.  "Hopefully this will work out better than Hilltop.  
*I* was hating that place *for* Spud by the time we finally took him out 
of there.  I tell you, that's the last time I listen to social workers 
telling me things like keeping him there was the best thing for him.  He 
was so miserable."
	"He said anything 'bout goin' back to school?"
	"No.  But he knows it's coming.  Keeps getting attacks of 
crankiness closer we get to the end of August."
	Filb nodded thoughtfully.  "Yeah.  I never said nothin' to ya, but 
I had my right fielder in tears after the game day b'fore yesterday 'cuz 
he's 'fraid 'bout startin' high school."
	Dick glanced at Filb.  "The Rajah's afraid of high school?  That 
kid's top of the pile in everything."
	"Exactly," Filb agreed.  "And now he's startin' over from ground 
zero in a new school."
	Dick shook his head.  "Makes me glad I'm grown and past that 
stuff."
	"Yeah," Filb agreed.
	The two cops fell into companionable silence as they settled into 
their stake out - or more accurately, their highly visible police 
presence on Bludhaven's ocean front park.
	"This place is gonna be hoppin' after 5, hot as it is," Filb 
commented finally, breaking the silence.  When there was no reply, he 
glanced over at his partner.  
	A fond yet vaguely concerned smile crossed his features when he 
realized the younger man was sound asleep.  "Yer not 25 anymore, there, 
Grayson. Startin' to catch up with you," he said softly, deciding not to 
wake him.  He turned his eyes back to the beach and watched for both of 
them.