But it was true that things were finally flowing again. Those who made their business in the shadows of Avalon's white spires had grown stagnant. But now that was changing, the swell of opportunity bringing with it uncertainty that he had not cast his mind on for a decade.

Slowly, he brought out a match box from his pocket, biting down on the cigarette as he unsuccessfully tried to strike a match. Rain dripped from a roof. He looked up to the night sky.

A bolt of pink light sliced in front of his face. He almost flinched up into it.

Smoke began to drift up from the cigarette.

'You were always one for showmanship.' He remarked, eyes adjusting back to the dark.