Suddenly some activity in this godforsaken town.
Three poppets, fresh and eager, trying to find god only knows what.
Except that I'm fairly certain one of them is trying to find m e .
One of His watchers has been making an appearence too. Tall, ragged. The usual facial covering. It's been dark, so I can't discern much else.
It's a good job the new book is coming to a close. I feel a deadline approaching.
And the Pallid Mask enters stage left.