The blue-skinned Dr. Manhattan walked through the busy city streets of New York, his eyes unfocused, his mind elsewhere. The world seemed to move in slow motion around him as he trudged along, his footsteps heavy. He could feel the weight of the city's problems on his shoulders, and the futility of his efforts to change them. He sighed heavily, feeling the strain of his workload, and the burden of his existence. He longed for the peace and simplicity of the past, before the accident that had transformed him into this unnatural being. As he walked, a sense of dread and disillusionment gnawed at him, leaving him feeling more trapped and isolated than ever before. He knew that he was trapped in this existence, condemned to roam the earth, forever alone and powerless to change anything.