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Hang from his shoulders are his signature sandwich boards, which now read “whos finGer on whos triGGer”.

They both look in unison at Sandy, walking aimlessly through the grass, much further ahead.

Along the wide sidewalk area that divides the East River Park from the East River proper, Sunil meanders down the left edge, while Henry does the same on the right.

Suddenly, a loud explosion from outside rattles the window glass and shakes the floor. Alarms immediately blare, while someone in the hallway screams ‘Lock down!’.

Gregory Ward, looking refreshed and healthy, is sitting up in his hospital bed. To his right, his father Philip rests a hand on Gregory’s forearm, while Adam lingers near the foot of the bed. Across the long open space of his private room, Bernadette stares out the window – fascinated with the Roman meet-and-greet spectacle

A 10 year boy pushes his way in between them, and holds out a notepad and pen.

Near the front entrance to the Mount Sinai School of Medicine building, beneath banners that read ‘Meet New York’s Protector – Roman’ and ‘Welcome Back Alumni & Evergreen Donors’, Roman stands on a temporarily constructed stage and waves out to the mid-sized crowd that has gathered beneath him.

The man flips himself over, jumps up to his feet, and scrambles out the door.

From behind the counter of the seedy, dimly lit, and aptly named Dirty Angel Bar, Andrea pours a fresh brewski and slides it over to a leather clad, tattooed man waiting patiently beyond the row of beer taps.

Both men lean back to marvel at the parchment’s updated artwork.