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He has swapped out the hockey mask and sleeveless hoodie for a dark shirt and jeans, but Liz recognizes Nobody none the less, and waves him over.

However, someone else spots her first and stops to chat.

Liz leans against the brick wall of the small pub. She is casually dressed in a flowery top and a thigh-high skirt. She watches the masses stroll past, while scanning the crowd for one person in particular.

From high above, Clarity (her wings outstretched) glides down towards the street.

Edging up as far as the authorities will permit, Barbara, with Silvio, is wrapping up her live WNSG report.

In addition to the NYPD, an armored federal vehicle is now on site, pulled up near the severed bus halves. Men (dressed in tactical gear) are transporting the sleeping Terrain into the fortified vehicle.

Now several rooftops away from the battle scene, Night Terror and Nobody stop running.

Under the deep shade of some large oak trees, Relay and Magmamite slide to a rough stop. Relay bends over in exhaustion.