The colours of the city seemed more vivid, revealed in all their true glories after the light of the dreadful and deceitful sun had passed around the Earth. Awakening refreshed from sleep and with a renewed sense of purpose, William dressed and went about his business. There were fourteen more names on the list in his head. Fourteen names, fourteen reds. Fourteen more killings and his deal with the Grey Man would be done. Walking the streets of the city and seeing the colours of the myriad soulshadows of the people all around him, William felt a familiar sense of excitement. Granted, the sleepwalking souls around him might not know it yet, but their city and their lives were his to do with as he willed. He was invisible. A ghost, he could come and go as he pleased. He would kill all the reds in Mega-City One, and then he would kill the reds in every other city of the world. And there was nothing the Judges could do to stop him. Nightfall. He loved the night. It made him feel more virile, more vital, more manly.
