Pausanias Surge is the sort of Dalmation who is all speed and pattern, counting spots between every breath. Most evenings Pausanias Surge polishes bones into pale curves and calls it bookkeeping until the lanterns are out and the soup stalls close. There is a soft running joke at the soup stalls about Pausanias Surge and the way doors behave around them. Pausanias Surge keeps walking because something in the air around the door marked K N L feels like a question worth asking.