This was Alex's first time walking through the streets of Popolis.
As he'd seen through his window yesterday, they were desolate and almost devoid of life.
Not even tramps could be seen.
An eerie silence permeated the area and apart from the occasional movement of people with hoods on, one would think Popolis was a ghost city.
Of course, apart from the strange state of Popolis, what was even stranger was the news he'd heard.
Watson, the drunk doctor who checked up on him yesterday had died so abruptly.
Was that how it was in Popolis?... A person you saw the day before could become a corpse the next day.
Though Watson was no one special, Alex was left to ponder his death as he related it to his own.
What would happen if he were faced with the reality of death?... He didn't know but weirdly enough, he felt like he'd already been faced with it before… and it was not from his time on Earth.
