Stripping off his clothes and rubbing at his painful leg, Serrin wondered why he thought of Seattle as home at all. He hadn’t lived here for more than a couple of months at a time in the last five years. And the number of people he could call friends wasn’t more than a handful. Besides, he realized guiltily, he hadn’t made much effort at keeping in touch with them. Worse, a few calls soon informed him that his two best hopes were, in one case, out of town, and in the other, had upped and relocated to Nagoya.