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- "To enter out into that silence that was the city at eight o’clock of a misty evening in November, to put your feet upon that buckling concrete walk, to step over grassy seams and make your way, hands in pockets, through the silences, that was what Mr Leonard Mead most dearly loved to do. He would stand upon the corner of an intersection and peer down long moonlit avenues of sidewalk in four directions, deciding which way to go, but it really made no difference; he was alone in this world of 2053 A.D., or as good as alone, and with a final decision made, a path selected, he would stride off, sending patterns of frosty air before him like the smoke of a cigar.”
- ExpositionWhat Leonard Mead most dearly loved to do was walk around on a misty, cold and silent November night in 2053 A.D.
- Inciting IncidentLeonard Mead went on a walk directed to the west to the hidden sea in this particular evening.
- It's like everyone's dead. Like a graveyard. The only sign of movement is from the flickering lights in the houses.
- "On this particular evening he began his journey in a westerly direction, towards the hidden sea. "
- "Hello, in there," he whispered to every house on every side as he moved. "What's up tonight on Channel 4, Channel 7, Channel 9? Where are the cowboys rushing, and do I see the United States Cavalry over the next hill to the rescue?"
- Rising ActionLeonard walks around a silent tomblike neighborhood and talks to himself about what the houses are doing and the differences between day and night.
- What's on the news today?
- "During the day it was a thunderous surge of cars, the gas stations open, a great insect rustling and a ceaseless jockeying for position as the scarab-beetles, a faint incense puttering from their exhausts, skimmed homeward to the far directions."
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