He had only just taken a step when he saw a huge shadow appear in front of him.
Something had emerged behind him.
...
Gerard suddenly opened his eyes.
A waiter stood before him, politely saying, "I'm sorry, sir, but we're closed now."
Gerard looked down at the coffee in front of him.
He had ordered it in the afternoon, but there it sat, untouched.
After a moment of Silence, he reached out, picked up the coffee cup, downed it in one gulp, and then left the café.
By now, night had fallen, and the spire in the Fourth District had already been closed.
Gerard looked up at the top of the spire, which was utterly calm as if nothing had happened.
Though he already knew the answer, Gerard couldn't help but ask, "Can your eyes see that far?"
