The lights in the basement do not have the decency to flicker dramatically and so when they cut out Robin is left as blind as the standard humans in the room. It felt like a chill wind was blowing down the stairs and Robin turns blinking just trying to get a handle on something going on. She could feel two other people next to her.<br/><br/>In the distance a lights begin to bloom and with the minimal light she can just make out. No Robin rubbed her eyes, she must be looking at the painting. She does a quick turn but the world is under a blanket of white under a night sky shining with stars. No trace of the shop remained except for the cold coffee in her hand.<br/>Walking down the road with an unhurried gate a young man with a long coat and red scarf was lighting the street lamps with out looking up. Though he'd notice them in a few minuets because Robin was standing under one of the lamps near the statue.