The Indigo Man in the Cemetery

On Friday afternoon, McKay returned to the pedestrian overpass. He spotted a distant scene, two tiny figures, a woman and a child. Their features were vague, but McKay knew their identities. For a few minutes, McKay closely watched the figures. Back at the apartment, he couldn't sit still, wandering around nervously. Idly, he flipped over his sketchpad on the drawing board,. To his surprise discovered new work. They were actually sketches of his own face.