As I sit here recovering...lost in my thoughts I've come to realize that what I represent is more than just a crime fighter. A couple of days ago I was in my wheelchair getting some items from the grocery store, when I saw a man pull a gun on the cashier. Of course the cashier was scared and I couldn't really do anything. But I could tell the robber was henchman of Crimson by the red mark he had on his clothing. Just when I thought he was going to get away, four men (other shoppers I guess) jumped the guy all at the same time. "Victory for Vigil" they said as they held him down. And as the cops came and took the robber away, I realized then, that I'm not just a vigilante. I am light in the night, something that represents the greater good. Just when you think its all over, there's still a fighting chance.
I know now more than ever...that I have to, somehow, get out of this chair. If ordinary citizens still believe in me, why can't I believe in myself. Stephanie...I won't let you down. The days of the sadistic acts of Crimson are numbered. I will be that light in the night...a light for the people of Capital City...especially when all other lights have gone out.
Look for my return very soon.
Vigil
