Standing in the hallway, with the lights off, Norman threw on his old jeans and heavy boots. He silently pulled on fingerless gloves on his hands, slipping the pistol lying on the bedside table, which he felt with his chambers, putting it in a belt holster. He looked back a couple more times, listening to the noise outside the doors, before going out into the world beyond the threshold, whose eyes would no longer see the beauty of this light