Her dark high heels landed on the roof of a thirteen-story building.
Modern skyscrapers stretched across the horizon. Between the buildings, draped with advertising holograms and banners promoting the Path of Concord, the orange light of the rising sun pressed in between them.
The growing dawn was displacing the dull, gloomy glow of the black hole.
The night was coming to an end.
Somewhere in the vicinity, police sirens could be heard, along with the cries of indignation from troubled citizens.
Concord was waking up.
Ghost pulled Mr. Nobody's unconscious body closer, preventing him from slipping, and made her way inside, heading for the stairwell.
Quietly making her way to the 13th floor, she stopped in front of door number "443."
From below came the sound of his neighbor Harry snoring drifted up from below; he was used to keeping watch by the stairs.
