Tatsuo glances at the mirrors again... and immediately wishes he hadn't. Not only are the shapes of animals and other people walking along with them, but the substance of the figures is gradually fading down to the underlying skeletons.

This is definitely creepier than the subways last month or the tunnel out to the bunker back in October. This is reaching August levels of 'can we please not?' and 'we should just turn back now, while we still can.'

Except the chief is out there somewhere, along with all the other high profile people around town.

Reaching down to his side and unholstering the Beretta, Tatsuo hopes the skeletal figures stay inside the mirrors.