Walking toward it, Peter realized he was not the only creature alive in the 
belly of the street. First he spotted the warmth of an unwashed pure human 
dressed in rags and huddled carefully in a doorway. Then he saw a man and a 
woman talking quietly to one another in the shadows under the tracks of the 
Rail. The woman was dressed in a halter top and torn shorts, the man in a 
blotch-stained leather duster. They noticed him, but paid him little attention. 
Or so it seemed. They made him nervous because it was the first time in his 
short life that he’d encountered what looked like a prostitute and a pimp, but
then it occurred to him that he probably made them more nervous. He was, after 
all, a 2.7 meter-tall troll.