“Something sinister, an idea or the insidious beginnings of one, hatched in the dark recesses of his excuse for a mind. He felt it hatching as a nearly physical sensation, as if his brain was giving bloody birth. A demonic smile dominated his dirty unshaven face. He, oblivious to the commuters and panhandlers around him, brought a shaky, curious hand out in the air and felt the outer edges of the sinister smile.”