Sirens hadn't discovered the corpse drifting below the frozen surface of the Seine. Perfectly cocooned in the cold water, the body had been shielded from Carriers by thick sheets of ice. The continued existence of this corpse was a defiant arm raised at the Chimera -- a sod off for all of time. When his fellow Parisians had died, their corpses were swept from the ground, carried to conversion centres across Europe, and chewed up and regurgitated as Chimeran beasts. This man's fate -- it's the way we all want to die these days.
-- Journal Entry, 06 September, 1951 -- James Grayson