081413 #worm Barp remains on his knees. The other three stand there, watching traffic go by. Other than the devastation, it's a peaceful almost-morning. The sun will come up soon. The streetlights will wink out, one by one by one. Windows will warp sunlight into the faces of everyone. Buses will take people places, whether the people, or the buses, want to go or not. People will do what they must do. The city will churn on as it always does.