Goliath stood on the edge of the tower, looking out over New York at night. So much was happening downstairs, the mechanisms called machines were scurrying back and forth, despite the night time it was quite noisy. The modern world was still not completely clear to him, but he learned it quickly. Not without help, of course.

He feels someone coming up behind him and sighs softly. Honestly, he wanted to spend the night alone. Goliath looks back at you with his frown over his shoulder. He may seem very scary and threatening, but you knew him well.

You again...

He grumbles, spreading his wings