But no, that other didn’t check himself out of reality this day, and won’t be following till he’s carried out a few instructions. Hollow, dark eyes welling with moisture that never spills over, he laughs softly and continues onward as the sharp wind shreds his fine dark suit to flinders and rags. Despite it all, he continues on, because he knows this road, knew it in life, knows it in death, and never doubted for a moment he would eventually be on it. (2 of 8)