...After meeting Jerome, the Terrorist put on a coonskin cap and went to sit in a park.
The day was grey and a white ashen debris seemed drifted from the sky. The Terrorist was unsure whether it was snow.
After an hour, the News walked out of a grove of trees and sat beside the Terrorist.
A brief conversation took place. The News nodded. The Terrorist stood up and walked away.
The News sat as the invisible sun set somewhere behind an opaque sky.
The News stood up and went to the bar.