A woman screamed somewhere in the dark. The Mysterious Stanger? The Lone Ranger? Who knew why? She fell into the limpid pool of gaslight, a large black hound licking her face, his paws on her shoulders.

"Dammit, Gluon! You scared me out of six years growth!" she exclaimed.

Suddenly, a 'rang shot out, swinging along the fronts of the buildings.