"The old haunts are the good haunts, but not all times are good. The Ferrets hunted Marksman. They hunted the Marksman’s old places and left their tiny techno spies behind. Too many to watch, too many. So they sit and wait, I sit and watch. They listened, hearing about your plan to broadcast. They told a suit, and the suit told them to be ready. ‘Watch,’ the suit said. ‘Watch for Walker. If he is there, bring me his head.’ When you talked, the suit told them where to find you. The Ferrets are spread all about, and their closest ran to the hunt. I whispered to the City and went where they went, but faster. I prepared. Then, much heroics. The rest, as they say, is docudrama." SpellMan preened, picking specks of dust from his filthy jacket.