All right. Being as it's the work day, that is probably best, too. In the park, there are vendors with carts: ice cream, popcorn again, pretzels, a dizzying array of smells which make Grey wriggle his nose even if he just ate.

He moves quickly and smoothly past those, though, dodging amongst the mothers and their babies, the boys playing catch. He finds, now, that he doesn't like too many people about.