Monday morning, the last week before Christmas. You can barely get out of bed. You’re two days away from the winter solstice; it’s the third darkest day of the year and the sun rises only at 8.14 am and sets at 3.53 pm. You struggle in the morning traffic with the other poor souls of your city, your sleepy gaze lingering on the wet sidewalk. And there he is: Mowgli.