The energy of downtown ebbs and flows as the city adjusts to its new normal. The nightclubs' basslines continue to thrum through the streets, but the sense of caution that once hung palpably in the air has dissipated. With Zeb gone, a collective sigh of relief seems to have been breathed by the community. The city's pulse beats on, resilient and unyielding. Falafel guy now serves a steady stream of customers, his falafels becoming a symbol of comfort in the nightlife district. The patrons, no longer distracted by the threat of Zeb's control, can focus on their search for the night's stories or its escapades. And somewhere, in a quieter part of the city, Wrewdison's mission is commemorated in hushed tones, a tale of the omnipotent stranger who changed the course of a night, and perhaps much more.

taken in #downtown