emerges from beneath a nearby bridge, dusting off a tattered top hat, and gives a wild-eyed grin, chuckles maniacally, producing a concertina from the folds of his tattered coat and giving it a few wheezing notes Ah, love, I'm One-Eyed Wally, the fella who lives under bridges! The town of Wartwood's very own crazy person, at your service! winks with his one good eye