For David Gaiman (1933-2009) who bought me my first Batman comics, and who, some years later, figured he'd probably need to pick me up if the whole writing thing didn't work out. Thank you, Dad.
Muriel Kubert (1931-2008) With relenting encouragement, she loved the fact that I followed in my father's footsteps and somehow got footprints of my own. This is for my mom, Muriel Kubert. We miss you so much.
"Where am I?"
"He died . . . [sic.] sssaving the city . . . [sic.]"
"No, that's not true . . . [sic.] He sssaved the city, yes . . . [sic.] but he died ssssaving me.