From the abutment where my apartment windows had once been, I watched the fatal dawn. The sun was hugely greater than it had been. Its lower edge seemed almost to touch the far horizon. As I watched I imagined it drew closer. The green radiance that lit the frozen Denizen grew steadily brighter. I saw that the sun was changing shape and shrinking. Gradually, as the world moved on, it seemed the sun had vanished. The Denizen moved into black shadow and all was night. Night, black, starless, and intolerable.
“Now I understand, when I died I was on Tao’s balcony, but when I was sent back to earth and came back to life I was on Feng’s. That accounts for my sense of confusion and loss of memory. But now my act of communist witchcraft must be completed, so that the ghosts of Cripplegate’s dead possess the bodies of The Denizen’s ghost home investors, and this cursed building and it occupants are finally destroyed!”