<b>Adrian Veidt:</b> I did the right thing, didn't I? It all worked out in the end. <b>Dr. Manhattan:</b> 'In the end'? Nothing ends, Adrian. Nothin… - Alan Moore

Nothing ends, Adrian. Nothing ever ends.

Bond believes we are his pawns. He thinks no-one observes his game. But I am No-One. I observe everything, and to play with Nemo is to play games with Destruction.

Okay. There it is. I dressed up. As an owl. And fought crime. Perhaps you begin to see why I half expect this summary of my career to raise more laughs than poor cuckolded Moe Vernon with his foam teats and his Wagner could ever hoped to have done.

Through my blue fingers, pink grains are falling, haphazard, random, a disorganized stream of silicone that seems pregnant with the possibility of every conceivable shape… But this is illusion. Things have their shape in time, not space alone. Some marble blocks have statues within them, embedded in their future.