"Just Gina, eh? We'll get you out of here in time. It would be a lot sooner if I didn't have some doubts about your mental faculties. I don't trust the company you keep."<br/>Billy suddenly stopped and stared out into the night, his head turned as he was trying to listen to the wind. Stranger still, Gina thought she heard something too.<br/><br/><strong>"This one has the smell... Yes. Yes! Cursed city...rarer for every passing year. A fellow Champion of Justice. Fortuitous stars, hands of fate...something sinister? I shall have the Truth! Tear out your heart and lay bare your sins!" </strong><br/><br/>The voice seemed to originate from everywhere at once, like it really was the wind suddenly come to life, but Gina doubted it. Not even the wind on a cold dark night like this would sound so... ominous.<br/>"Oh, a cop is she? Well well well," Billy said, a wolfish grin spreading across his face as he squatted down next to Gina.<br/>"It warms my hart to see my tax dollars at work. I can sleep easy at night, secure in the knowledge that fine, upstanding citizens like these are kept safe by New York's finest." He nodded in Hound's direction to indicate what he meant. It was unnecessary, Gina had understood perfectly. She didn't appreciate what he was implying, though she had to admit that it was only because she knew he was right. She knew she had let a lot of things take the backseat because of the increasingly demanding wishes of the Prince of New York. She just failed to see what could be done about it.<br/><br/><strong>"Weak, frail...corrupt. She can burn with the rest of them."</strong><br/><br/>There! She had definitely heard something, and she was sure Billy had too. She probably would have missed the subtle signs if she hadn't been looking for it. Either she wasn't crazy... Or they both were.<br/>Either way, Billy showed no sign of setting her on fire. Not yet, at least.<br/>"You feeling nauseous? Dizzy? You've seemed to taken a pretty nasty hit on the head. Sorry about that. I suppose we could fix you up, good as new...but I want you to tell me why we should even bother."<br/>The scene seemed surreal to her, the Hound standing transfixed in a sea of light, showing few signs of caring one way or the other if they set him on fire or not. But for now he wasn't the focus of the people in the new group. The presence of Gina seemed to be such an anomaly that their leader had allowed himself to be distracted from what one would assume was very important business indeed. Gina had to believe there'd be easier ways of being granted an audience even with someone such as the Hound. Why couldn't someone please explain what was happening to her life?<br/>