Abruptly, Tikki wakes. She is lying on the floor of her doss in northeast 
Philly, hearing her mother’s words about what to do when things go wrong: cut
your losses, get out. Get clear and never look back. Never mind about money or what it might 
cost your rep. Survival is paramount. There’s always another sprawling metroplex
with any number of hungry predators willing to pay for her kind of talent, and 
most of them care only about what she can deliver.