He wears a black jacket with a black straight tie and a white undershirt. The twin pistols are in their holsters, and all is right with the world. He is alone. The man looks up, knows the man is there, hiding with a knife. He smiles, serenely, as if death holds no fear for him. The man in the suit simply smiles. "That depends entirely on where you are looking," he notes, blood dripping down his fresh shirt. He takes a form that looks like it couldn't defend against a mosquito, never mind an armed fellow. The man with a knife charges- Where did the suit go?