Low Wall on Main Street, Sowerby Bridge

Low wall borders Main Street in Sowerby Bridge, where Tommy slumps to rest amid stabbing pain from wounds and biting cold. He eyes a nearby student hunched over books and laptop, mimicking the pose to craft his student disguise. Bus stops and charity shops dot the banal street, pedestrians stream past oblivious to the killer's desperation. Everyday hum—tire noise, distant TV chatter—cloaks his exhaustion and murderous fresh past, turning public stone into fleeting sanctuary.