Midnight was Philippe's favorite hour, and alas it was only five minutes away said the clock.As, Philippe stepped out he noticed that ever single one of the lights was off in the city below him. A look of perplexity crossed over his face. Who goes to bed at such an awfully early hour? he wondered as he stared down into the darkness.

What was his point in being here? Oh, of course, he was trying to find hearts to corrupt. Wasn't that his reason for being anywhere? There was no other answer for him to be there. He watched as he saw the tiniest of lights move in the dark streets below as automobiles made their way home.

This would be the perfect opportunity to sneak into a house and find someone. Philippe thought a sly grin curling out on his face. However, wouldn't that cause complications? People usually didn't listen to people who came in their window at night. Oh what was he to do? Maybe, if he went to the other side of the clock tower and looked at the other side of town.

Philippe's light footfalls echoed in the tiny square that encircled the face of the clock. Humans are so naive. About, a minute later he came to the other side of the tower. So, many beating hearts and all the time he wanted. What more could a nobody ask for?