Oh, be careful now my little noir babies… I’ve been traipsing around after reasonable bedtimes, capturing shadowy possibilities and twinkly lights on cracked pavement that is so very like the broken dreams of those who just might be lurking in the darkness. Who are they? What are they doing there? Are they just figments of your faithful photog’s classic film-fueled imagination?
In that case, indulge me once again. If this were the setting for a scene in a film, what would happen here?