The good news was that I was free of my pursuers. The bad news was that I was stuck in the Halep’s Ending area. They were obviously monitoring the train stations, and would probably maintain a guard on them for the foreseeable future. They couldn’t cover four hundred million stations, of course, but they didn’t need to. Without the trains, I was limited to what I could reach on foot or by water. And not even the latter, since I couldn’t take a chance on getting Bender’s matrix wet. The backpack was under considerable strain with the cube stuffed into it. One popped seam and that would be it.