Falcon wandered around the old building, a condemned bowling alley in the Barrens, that Knife-Edge called his safe house. With the electricity cut off, the only light came from portable lamps that the runners had set up around what used to be the restaurant. All the furniture was gone—either moved out when the place closed or else "acquired" by neighbors afterward— and the far ends of the lanes were gaping holes, showing that the automatic pinsetters had been stripped out as well. Though the lanes themselves were the worse for wear, their woodgrained plastic scratched and stained here and there, they were still generally intact.