A warm column of air rises around you, encircling the building you stand on. You feel its…

The sky is more black than grey; you hear the distant murmur of motor-connections somewhere south of here. That is all.

"So, officer, what were we talking about -- in the final hours of this twilight world?"

"Silence, officer. Wouldn't have thought you the silent type... What were we talking about?"

"So, officer. Sad silence -- a lamentation? What were we talking about?"

"So, superstar law official -- what were we talking about?"

"So, officer..." the young woman says with a sigh.

The sky is low and cold. You hear the distant murmur of motor-connections somewhere south of here. That is all.