An instant passes and then he’s hovering just above a dull gray road in front of a large dull gray building, reverberating with primitive violence, radiant and seething with colors of hatred, treachery, and death. Oddly, the sign in front of the building is pale with apathy and indifference. Bandit puzzles, and abruptly realizes he’s hovering before the prison for the criminally insane, located in Ossining, just north of Tarrytown.