A YOUNG VOICE CALLS ME OUT OF THE LONG-DEAD LIGHT AND BACK INTO THE DARKNESS

...LEAVING TO THE OTHER WATCHMEN THE DUTY OF MONITORING THE NIGHT LAND.......

THEIR SPECULATION ABOUT THE NEW, FIFTH, WATCHER THAT MAY OR MAY NOT BE APPROACHING FROM THE SOUTH....

LEAVING THEM TO THEIR RECORDING OF THE GREAT LAUGHTER.......

"IT IS TIME...."

WE TAKE LEAVE OF THE WATCH DECK......

...IT IS ONE OF MY MEN

...WHAT DOES IT MATTER??

© Sean McLachlan, Martin Isitt, Mike Horsefield 2006