The Midnighter waved her into the slight cover of the roof ledge while someone peered out curiously. Someone else was watching a pigeon nearby. At four o'clock, someone staring out their window idly as they cooked. A second before each of the observers glanced away at the same time, he said "Now, sweety," and in the next breath he was dropping like a stone to the window and vaulting inside.

...he really, REALLY missed Doors, and a husband who could fly.