AN: I don't remember their names, I couldn't find them, I think the newspaper stand man's name is Eddy, I could be wrong. Bernie…I think it's Bernie.

Black Panther – Mason Jennings

"That'll be fifty cents, please." The newspaper man said, by protocal almost. It was rather clear he didn't like what he was doing (and to what end?) but he grimaced, under the guise of a smile

"What? That's crazy! Did paper prices just go up overnight or somethin'?"

"Hey, I don't like to be the bearer of bad news, but seems like we gotta cough up it up anyway."

The business man scowled and reached deeply into his pockets "Alright, Bern, just for you." Two silver coins were procured and dipped from slender to old hand., the newspaper handed over and nervous smiles exchanged.

"Think it's gonna rain today," Bernie offhandedly said. The man tipped his fedora and grinned, gesturing with the newspaper

"Guess this'll keep it off!" And swirled off into the maddening crowd of Tuesday morning.

"Y'know, ancient Greeks used two coins to put on the eyes of the dead." Bernie turned and stared dumbfoundedly at the kid on the curb, his eyes glued to a comic book.

"Jeeze, kid! It's like you stayed here overnight! Aren't you gonna pay for that? I'm not a library, you know." No answer came from his seemingly permenant patron. A sigh cut through the old man as he settled down and picked up a paper himself, the headline "NUKES FROM CHINA MAKE U.S. RELATIONS UNEASY" flew at him. He looked at the darkening sky as a puzzled expression took over it. "Greeks, ya say?"

And it began to rain.