It was dark, lit only with a low-hanging, overhead light, illuminating an oak table with a single copy of Watchmen in its centre. On the walls, in deep shadow, were hundreds of sketches and notes, all Watchmen-based. They covered myriad character possibilities, from BBW Silk Specters, to GBM Night Owls, to gun-toting, fully erect Doctor Manhattans. Clearly I had some competition.
