Slowly the black car left the company premises and rejoined the evening traffic of the big city.
Leaning against the windowsill, Lucien looked at the pedestrian traffic as their car passed by the many streets. Going from the city center towards the far western reaches. As they passed by, Lucien could easily look at the great spectrum of people. As the car paced by, the crowd slowly merged into a colorful mass in front of Lucien's hazy, bored gaze.
He sighed as he looked at the mass, shifting his attention on the scarlet, blood-covered letters that were floating in front of him, looking as if they were carved onto the plastic, reinforced window instead.
He was admiring the incredible gains that were still waiting for him to process through his next resting session.
