Visiting a zoo was always luck of the draw, assuming you went to a proper zoo of course, none of that tiny cage malarky where the animals got less room than they would mounted on a wall somewhere. That was just cruel and unusual punishment, both for the animals and the poor saps who paid to look at them… and people said gambling was a con game.

Giving his head a swift shake Jack let out a breath as he mingled with the crowd meandering towards the ticket stalls at the front of the Bronx zoo. It was a beautiful frigid and lazy Sunday which meant families, couples and teenagers with empty data plans were visiting the place in droves which was both good and bad. The former because he was less likely to be noticed when he drew a breath and stepped out of the real world. Comforting grey tones quickly drenching everything as he strolled straight through the ticket gates and ghosts of the crowd as though they weren’t even there, even pausing for a moment to shadow box with an oblivious bodybuilder before turning a corner and stepping back into reality once again with a self satisfied sigh.

No matter how many times he did, he never got tired of it.

Stopping at a map come directory of the park he quickly scanned through it for the main attraction of the day (a rare black rhino, recently transported at great expense to the american taxpayer all the way from Botswana) as he tried to recall his train of- ah yes, good and bad. Normally the sheer number of people here today would mean you’d have to push and shove to get a half decent view of the lions or play hopscotch with people heads to catch sight of the monkeys. However most people just weren’t as talented as he was, afterall why stand with the plebs when you could have a front row seat?

Whistling a jaunty tune Jack heading off towards the African enclosure, pulling on a pair of climbing gloves as he did so.

Zoe had a later than normal start that Sunday, so the zoo was actually open when she was walking towards the zebra enclosure, coffee cup in hand. It was a very different experience making her way to work with other people actually milling around.

As she walked along, sipping on her coffee, Zoe caught the sound of someone whistling up ahead. And, though Zoe expected the whistling to veer off as she walked, sure enough it continued in the same direction that she was going. Toward the African area of the zoo. And as she continued and the crowds thinned out slightly, Zoe saw that it was a young man walking ahead of her that was whistling. A young man who was wearing strange looking gloves.

By that point, Zoe had reached the zebras, though she still had to walk around the outdoor enclosure before she reached the door into the building. Then Zoe heard a very familiar voice coming from the enclosure beside her. Turning her head, Zoe replied to the zebra. ”What are you talking about? There’s plenty of hay in trough still, and I’m not going to give you anything else until lunch time.”