An amber gaze is silently looming over you from a rooftop tonight, thinking to herself: (Falls asleep just like that? Doktah really can't keep a guard up at all, just like Lady Ceylon.)

The breeze reminds Schwarz of her past. How her world turned upside down in just one night. How she laid down on a building, pulling the trigger as if it was her only purpose in life. (No use dwelling in the past.)

As her duty, Schwarz swiftly lands to tuck you in. Have a pleasant dream, Doktah.