Andy felt that way, but somehow it didn’t seem safe to admit it to this scuzzy specimen of streetlife, magicker or not. He’d at least be able to locate himself physically wherever the shadowrunners had dumped him; all he had to do was find a telecom. But mentally? That depended on what the sorceress had done to him. Which was what? It didn’t seem to be much; he just couldn’t remember any details about the shadowrunners. Was that so bad?