That morning, Ezekiel awoke to a familiar smell: the smell of fresh flesh. In the midst of the storm the night before it seemed that two of the residents of Watershed Heights had ended up dead at the base of the building, each on their own side. One of them was a local nun. Ezekiel believed that Jesus must have been responsible for her death. Christains always say that Jesus taught by example, and Jesus was a Jew. Hence, the example he set was being a faithful Jew. Ezekiel had gotten one thing right. The other dead person was a man. Ezekiel could tell from his years of hunting leopards that the man had been shot - properly executed by one bullet under the chin. This man had comitted suicide. At least Ezekeil hadn't lost all hope yet, for he still had hope enough to live, to go outside and survey the dead people surrounding his apartment building. And with those realizations, Ezekiel Lott suddenly felt wonderful. He had done something correctly - something enough to not have died. With that he walked on to what would go down in history as one of the happiest days of his life.

Now that Ezekiel had completed his leopard dice, he decided to take a walk looking for the man in the jaguar. But before he could even make it down to the lobby of Watershed Heights, the power went out. Ezekiel would not have noticed, except that the single light at the top of the stairs stopped flickering and went out completely. As Ezekiel walked out into the daylight, he was greeted with the strangest smell - shepherds pie. He could, of course, not eat the pie he smelled (in fact, he could not eat any type of pie), although he knew the smell was coming from a small shop that still had power around the corner. So because he could not eat the pies, he walked away from their smell. As he turned around, he saw another man walking away from the pies. Another vegan perhaps? Or surely a vegetarian a least, because the smell of shepherds pie was overwhelming the city. And with that, Ezekiel set off to follow the other man.