Alone with his thoughts, the joker stares moodily into the pitch-black night. Something is not right, yet he cannot place his finger on it. A bundle of swirling emotions....Onset of a long bout of depression perhaps. He has a sudden nagging feeling that the big dude up there is about to wean him off certain emotional dependencies. It is cruel, but it is necessary. He signs heavily to himself. It would be so comforting to have someone beside him right now, just someone to hold him and to quietly understand.