Laura’s crowd emitted an amazing, heartfelt sigh, as if every person in it had spotted a long-lost lover. Suddenly everyone was running, arms outstretched. The two crowds hit, and merged, and mingled. The hair rose on Laura’s neck. There was something loose in this crowd, something purely magical—a mystic social electricity. She could feel it in her bones, some kind of glad triumphant opposite to the ugly crowd-madness she’d seen at the stadium. People fell, but they were helping each other up and embracing each other....