What sense of emptiness is left by a dying legend? A tragically futile question if whoever asks it is driven only by economic motivations. And so it is that Loch Ness, crushed in a stranglehold between the interests of a multinational involved in the commercial exploitation of Nessie, the strange schemings and plottings of local mayors and the stupid violence of those who want to kill the supposed creature of the lake, risks extinguishing its thousand-year-old existence in long melancholy death throes. Or at least, this is what would happen if it werent for the fact that a certain Dylan Dog is prowling around the area