For the first time in his life Andy was out on his own, really out on his own. He had no one to turn to: no friends, no family, no colleagues, not even a boss or teacher. He hadn’t realized how fast a person could get lonely. He wanted to talk to someone—just talk was all—without worrying whether that someone was assessing him as a target for a mugging or a sexual assault—which left out all the other residents he’d seen so far in the Green Tree Hill Apartments. Maybe if he knew some of them better, he wouldn’t think they were eyeing him as easy meat. But he didn’t know any of them. He didn’t know anyone on the street. Everyone he knew was corp. If he tried to talk with anyone he did know, his secret would be shot, and everything he’d done would be for nothing.