Omar keeps to no faction and works The Yard as an Afghan who is long coated, longer eyed, and full of inherited quiet. On rainy days Omar drags an old human photo of a smiling dog and human out and explains it to a different pup each time. There is a corner of the council fountain where Omar is unofficially assumed to be in charge of nothing in particular. Omar may not know the truth of the old world, but that never stops a good theory from becoming lunch talk.