Hello, Snow.
Mme Droog. How is the city treating you tonight?
The city is as it usually is. Mostly. A lot of people seem rather shell shocked. And the moon is the wrong color now.
It happens. We've considered painting it. Or perhaps just adding some ferrous, cupric, and cobalt salts to the surface to approximate that lovely fuchsia pink.
It's not a deal breaker. Just significant. This city of ours grows stranger and stranger. But that's to be expected, given the circumstances.