Sebastian Owle listens to the story of the Poppy man and dismisses this as nonsense. There can’t be something out there forcing people to wear poppy’s on remembrance day. As he walks home from the studio he draws his coat more firmly closed and tries to convince himself that there is nothing in the shadows. It’s not futile, there’s nothing there. The people he talks to on a daily basis are just confused, thinking there’s something supernatural following them, but there isn’t. This world is far too mundane for anything to be lurking in the shadows. No one’s watching him.