Alice elbowed her way to the edge of the crowd and stopped. The Bridge emerged from the snow like the skeleton of a dinosaur; the ancient stone towers, cables, and rods submerged under a coral reef of new growth. Ducts rose a hundred feet into the air, while vast water pipes traced along the towers and down to the frozen East River, billowing clouds of steam. The structure looked more a factory than ever, some immense bootstrapped machine with an unknown purpose.