That night Nails and gary decided to go and look at Gary's horse. It was after midnight and it was cold. A thick, gold moon was coming up over the sea and everything was silent. Gary pushed back the big doors and moonlight filled the factory. The horses were quiet. Three of them were lying down, but Gary's mare was on her feet, walking about, and gary and Nails stood and watched her. "She's pretty,' Nails said after a time.' What are you going to call her?'