Andy looked at the Block. He’d seen it before, of course. How could anyone visiting The Mall miss it? But it had never meant anything to him. The Block didn’t look any different to him now except for the odd array of things nestled against it. Andy saw piles of clothing, household and personal goods, pieces of furniture and vehicles, boxes and bundles with indeterminate contents, jars filled with what looked like dirt, and even envelopes and papers weighted down with rocks and chunks of concrete. To judge by its battered, rusted, or burned condition, some of the stuff was junk; but much was in apparently excellent condition. It was amazing all that stuff sat undisturbed. SINless derelicts like SpellMan could make use of the clothes, if nothing else.