Two clouds met and parted. Daniel paused to watch. They seemed to crown the near side of the Narrow's bridge like a Max Flesicher tree yawning over the water, back away from the city's edge.
Everyone Daniel had ever known was dead, but many were also living.
Each night before the sun fell, Daniel wiped his thick hands on his shirt, packed his things into a knapsack, and stepped out to stare at the sky.