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Nessa hadn’t really died last weekend, in New York, curled up against Rorschach, afraid to see what might come. She hadn’t really died, for it hadn’t really happened, but she had been quite shaken when she woke and had still not fully recovered.

Julian wasn’t far, but he was caught up with another matter, and Nessa herself was watering the plants in the garden in front of the gallery.

New York was far away, but she could still hear the bombs.