Rorschach was out and about in the city. He wandered with his hands in his pockets, lost in his own thoughts. There wasn't much else to do when he was dead. The hunters of Hillingdon were too soft. This city was going to hell and they just stood back and watched. People who didn't get out of his path were just walked through, causing most of the people to shiver at the cold spot that they'd suddenly passed through.

Then he ran into someone who didn't just let him pass on by. Ghoul said something he didn't quite catch and it took him a moment to realize that the words were actually directed at him, that he was being looked at instead of right through. He hadn't been expecting the person to actually react. "...you can see me?" the ghost rasped out in an amazed tone, the blots of his mask reacting by forming a splatter pattern that ran up his face on both sides.