A YOUNG VOICE  BRINGS ME OUT OF THE LONG-DEAD LIGHT
AND INTO THE DARKNESS.  IT IS ONE OF MY MEN.     
"IT IS TIME."
 WE TAKE
LEAVE OF
THE WATCH
DECK . . .
LEAVING TO THE
OTHER WATCHMEN
THE DUTY OF
MONITORING THE
NIGHT LAND . . .
. . LEAVING THEM
TO THEIR RECORDING
OF THE LAUGHTER . . .

WHAT DOES IT MATTER??




THEIR SPECULATION
ABOUT A NEW, FIFTH,
WATCHER THAT MAY
BE APPROCHING FROM
THE SOUTH . . .
© Sean McLachlan, Martin Isitt, Mike Horsefield 2004