We run forever, around the library, through the park, weaving and zigzagging, though in time the Crawlers stop their chase, turn around, go back. I have to wonder why. Can only assume Solo has other plans.

And now instead of just Poppy, she has Duet as well.

The calm fades from me as I pant to a halt near the mouth of West 43rd and 6th, the Avenue of the Americas. The name always made me smile when I was younger. Now it's just another name in another dead ...