He coughed and sniffed. A runny nose wasn't something he needed right now. He used the radio built into his cowl by pressing his index finger to his ear. "Alfred, put on some chicken soup, please? I may have the sniffles."

He stood at the entrance of Robinson Park, admiring the beauty of the changing leaves. Ivy once lived here, he wondered if she still did, deep in the gardens.

It's what keeps them going.

"I found God." He's looking in the mirror.

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"Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear."

"All is lost."

"No hope. Only fear."

"Panic."

Closer.