At a stoplight, the most unsettling of his talents manifests. This moment of the night fades around him, replaced by a glimpse of another moment yet to come in a place near his current position: a clairvoyant vision of two people who seem to be running for their lives along a lamplit yet still shadowy street, a chain-link fence to the right of them. The woman is a beauty, and the girl with her even more so. This child of eleven or twelve is radiant, as if Nameless is seeing both her physical self and the condition of her soul.
