He places the cowl over his head and he is out. The pandemonium around him gutters out into nothing. Absolute dark. Complete silence. He breathes easily for the first time in hours.
He knows he'll have to go back out into it eventually. The city. The chaos. Waiting for him. Needing him.
But until then, he is formless. Weightless. He can feel the air in his lungs and the blood in his heart, and that is enough for now.
Paddy Dobson
20th May 2022