Their hooded saviour looks at him with a frown and slowly begins to take down the hood and remove the scarf covering his face.

Wide eyed and lost for words they realise that it is Steve and they were both correct. He is dead. But not as dead as they first believed.

They stand motionless on the roof in silence as the dark rain clouds begin to gather overhead, frozen not by fear but by the inability to process fully what, or who, they are looking at. They want to ask him a million questions - What happened? How he is still alive? and so on, but are totally speechless, instead just staring at him. They examine his yellow, bruised skin and red veiny eyes.

They might think they are a mile away but in reality are now awkwardly