Squall was ‘leaning’ against the railing, humming a song under his breath. His intangible body shimmered in the low light of the Hotel you were staying in, this was because he had traveled on the Gossomer Line; the line of intangible invisible webs connecting everything in The Free State of Nevermoor. „♪Little crowling, little crowling... With Button black eyes...♪„ The lyrics slipped from his mouth, his singing voice was oddly beautiful. He was about 6’4 and didn’t look a day over 30.