Across the Island, Wee Hours of Saturday Morning

[glacial_queen]

It was still dark out when the change hit but not quite dark enough. There were still stars twinkling in the sky and the moon loomed large and silver. Soon, however, clouds rolled in, thick and heavy. They brought rain with them; a cold, spitting rain that covered the pavement with a cinematic flair and set the perfect emotional tone. There was even a hint of music on the wind, just a few notes as it blew down suddenly seedy back alleyways and over buildings where people with secrets slept poorly.

[So begins Noir Weekend! Have fun!]