The bounty hunter forgets why he was in the building the instant he walks out. He looks back through the entrance yawning doorlessly in the unmarked redbrick facade behind him. Then he looks up and down the alley. The sky is thick with grey-bellied clouds and the asphalt about him patched with mirroring patches of…

Of the Green Globe It was an impossible memory, but it was always there. Of me on a high alpine slope, body broken and exhausted. Something goring me, over and over again. And then a glowing thing, green and glorious, descending from some high place to meet me. It reaches me just as life leaves…