Rorschach returned to his dorm and stared at the panel, lost in thought.
He recalled what had happened at the hospital the day before. Rorschach was nothing like Valon, who had passively allowed two forces to battle within his body and somehow survived in a daze. Rorschach, on the other hand, remembered the details of the previous day with perfect clarity.
When Kano had been exiling the will from within the Donkey Hide, the power's second vessel—the frail young man—had been "activated." Tiny, unstable fragments had rapidly poured into his ailing body.
From the perspective of Rorschach, Kano, and the others, the plaster on the room's walls had crackled, flaked off, and split with a systematic pattern, the fissures forming countless ancient, indecipherable hieroglyphs.
Combined with the beige room and the gust of scorching, sandy wind, it was as if they had been transported to the ruins of the Kingdom of Sand.
