You continue to misunderstand. These hours are the final movements of a symphony written centuries ago, and all the while we've been hiding here in Sleepy Hollow. Living ordinary quiet lives as we pass your manicured lawns, smile amicable smiles. We're your neighbors. Perhaps even your friends. Yet underneath the skin, unhindered by conscience, compassion, remorse.
How many of you are there?
Even I don't know. And that's the whole point. But I assure you, we are everywhere. Growing stronger, ...