William rocks back on his feet. There's a still second, a moment hollowed out from time. The lamplight flickering, the other man's features given the eerie cast of a landscape during a lightning storm. He can smell him: faintly, inexplicably medicinal.

William lunges forward and bashes the lamp into the other man's head. Throws it to the ground after.

He draws his gun as the light dies and fires into the dark.