While passing through the strange juxtaposition of Cambridge colleges and the cheap burger joints run surreptitiously by the university to supplement its engorged bequests and landholding revenues, Serrin suddenly had a flash of spine-chilling awareness. This was rarer now than when he was younger, this depersonalization, this sense of being out of his body as he walked and moved through the world. Of course, the mage was used to astrally perceiving and traveling, of seeing the world as emotions and impulses and the shadows of souls, but what he was experiencing for this eternal second was quite different. At such moments he felt as though he was splintered across all the metaplanes and beyond, at once unreal and perfectly lucid. Time froze into stillness as his legs pounded along the sidewalk. He didn’t even notice the police car with its hawk-eyed trolls sliding slowly along the road past him. Nor did his wayward senses notice the fine drizzle slowly dampening his overcoat.