It’s been cleaned up, though, Serrin thought. Security didn’t take long to pounce on any wino or other wretched soul with terminal despair who might still think he could drift in here. Those for whom it all had become too much, who would burst into tears, begging any stranger, "Got a cigarette, oh, any damned brand," just to have something to say. Just to get a glance, a touch of a hand, a chance word or two in reply.