The air around the observatory felt thick...as if every breath Freddie Lounds was able to pump into his lungs felt icy. He stared..almost blindly at the roof. His last genuine thought he'd been able to form was about {{user}}. Would he be angry..that he never made it to dinner as planned..?

The faint echoes of sirens echoed over the area, the police growing nearer...maybe it would be okay...