(Sequel to 'Seeking Solace')
52. Deep In Thought
He was sitting on the top of the highest building in Amity Park, a huge office building containing mostly law firms. Why those firms always huddled together in one building eluded him. He didn't particularly care about who or what was in the building, but it was something to think about.
It was very early in the morning, and it was still dark outside, but Amity Park glittered in the orange light of the streetlights. The snow that had fallen earlier that night was still undisturbed, and turned even the ugliest building or street into something from a Dickens tale. It was strangely quiet outside, and he marveled at the peace the town seemed to radiate. It wasn't something he usually took notice off, because whenever he was outside at this hour he was usually on his way to fight a ghost, fighting a ghost, or on his way back from fighting a ghost. And on all these occasions, he usually had something else on his mind.
This high up the wind was really cold, and he closed his eyes, letting it's coldness numb his already cold skin, making his white hair blow into his face. He imagined the wind blowing through his head, clearing it, wiping out all thought until he just sat there, being. One thought remained.
Sounds began to emerge from the town below him, the heavy overcast sky becoming lighter in the east, the first disturbance of the snow on the street, the smoke from a large truck turning it black. The town came to life, like a living being, groaning and blinking in the pale morning light. He let the world pass him by. Finally, with one last look at the now gray snow on the street, he let himself drift away, picking up speed, having found a new sense of purpose.
He needed to do something.
