Epilogue: City of Dreadful Night 2London, 20??
I stand before the huge plate glass window that looks out over the great city of London and I wonder where she went. Where did Moran run to with my eyes? Did she live, did she survive, is she still out there somewhere, cursing me, loving me, wishing we could still be together so that she could kill me or love me and spend the rest of eternity with me?
Is she dead or does she still live?
I stand before the huge plate glass window that looks out over the great city of London and I wonder, I wonder of many things; not just Moran, but of the world, of the universe. Of London.
I cannot see, of course, the scene that is laid out below me. But if I place my hands against the glass, I can feel it. London vibrates below me. She prickles and dances
