She looked around for a cab before she realized there was no one to be seen, not even the unemployed. She’d become so used to the shuffling crowds clogging doorways and side streets she only noticed them by their absence. The street was as devoid of life as an old film set. She remembered what Conner had told her, that whole neighborhoods were being emptied one at a time. Ahead, a feral cat ran across the road, a silhouette under the lights; it saw them and hissed, voice cutting through the silence.