I read about it in the paper, in the
subway, on my way to work. I read
it, and I couldn't believe it, and I
read it again. Then perhaps I just
stared at it, at the newsprint
spelling out his name, spelling out
the story. I stared at it in the
swinging lights of the subway car,
and in the faces and bodies of the
people, and in my own face, trapped in the darkness which roared outside.²

Using clues from the setting, what do you think might happen next?