“Rorschach?”  She gently reached a hand out for him, seeing it move slowly through a smoky mist.  “Did you lose your hat?”  With some amount of effort, she moved her focus off his face, seeing for the first time that he was wearing a white robe.  “You’re . . . you died, didn’t you?  Ozymandias killed you.”  She pointed a finger at him accusingly.