"It's the Darkwalker," Hickey nods. He knows that much: it's obvious. That feeling of horror, of tenseness, it might have come from an entirely different city, but Hickey knows that feeling. The Darkwalker's here, it took someone, and it's still sticking around.

"Dunno why this is lasting longer, though. Maybe it just needed to kill enough people to make something like this? Kill five blokes and it's got enough power to make the night last weeks."