On the town's streets at night, a black cat wanders, sometimes disappearing, sometimes appearing, like a wandering soul.
It arrived at Mr. Smith's restaurant, which was already closed and dark — at this time, Mr. Smith was naturally still in the hospital, accompanying his wife who had been admitted to the intensive care unit.
The black cat leaped onto the restaurant's windowsill, watching inside... After a long while, it jumped down from the windowsill, once again wandering through the silent, deep night of the small town.
It passed the small park at the street corner, paused briefly, and continued to roam... its tail gently swaying.
As it walked, it stopped beside a homeless man sleeping in the alley — as it arrived, a mouse suddenly fearfully darted out from the man's clothes, fleeing in a flash, disappearing into the sewer.
