Andy did run, all the way to the turnstiles. To the jeers of the crowd in the stairwell, he fumbled his credstick into the slot. The reader was slow and Andy urged it on with whispered pleas for speed. He didn’t really breathe again until he was on the other side of the barrier. The station attendant in her kiosk stared at him with incurious, uninvolved eyes as he slumped against the wall and panted.