Appian Flash keeps to no faction and works The Yard as a Dalmation who is blessed with a coat that argues for itself. Most evenings Appian Flash organises an unsanctioned night patrol along the council fountain rim until the lanterns are out and the soup stalls close. Appian Flash arrives where soup is served and somehow always after the line has shortened. On clear nights Appian Flash stares at the sky as if waiting for something that hasn't come back yet, and probably will.