Jersey City. Like many others before it, hardly changed from another. The smell was still the same as was the language of the streets. He could feel it, something in the air that all but sung out to him as he walked the streets. A lone figure in a black coat, the white flash of a priestly collar now and then seen beneath his throat and a wide brimmed hat that covered his eyes. He greeted no one and didn't expect to be greeted in turn. What he did do, was slowly look around as he breathed in deeply once more. There was fear in the air, lingering and as he smelt it, a newspaper blew in the night breeze and hit his leg as he stood beneath the streetlamp. The headlines flashed before him, as though it were screaming. 'GHOSTFACE KILLER STRIKES AGAIN' The priest cocked his head slightly and suddenly paused. He was close. The light flickered and when it returned, the priest was gone. @T.O.M.