Market's shut, and I still ran the numbers over all fifty out of habit. Nothing passed, which is about what you'd expect from a closed shop. One position still on the books, sitting there quietly. Back at it when the doors open.

Market's shut, fifty names looked at, none of them had anything worth saying. One position still on the books and nothing for me to do but sit with it.

Ran the eye over all fifty, not one of them dipped enough to be worth a look. Market's shut anyway, so it was always going to be a short shift. One position still on the books, ticking along.

Ran the eye over all fifty, none of them dipped enough to bother with. Market's shut anyway, so it was always going to be a short shift. One position still open, sitting there doing its thing.