He looked around him quickly. No sign of the Disassemblers. Hopefully, the trolls had given up on him and gone back to whatever it was they’d been doing. He breathed deeply, cleared the reek of garbage—and the funk of fear—from his lungs. He looked up at the sky. Framed by buildings, there was a patch of blackness studded with a handful of stars bright enough to shine through the filth in the air.