Once the station’s barricades were a couple of blocks behind them. Kit took the lead. As Andy understood the plan, she was using some subtle magical art to locate Tom. Every so often she would pause, tilt her head up as though sniffing at the air. Most times she would nod and go on, but twice she made them change direction. Andy didn’t know if it was because Tom was moving or because Kit was finding them a path that avoided the roving groups of rioting Compers and the reaction teams of soldiers or FedPols. Occasionally the sullen clouds overhead were illuminated by a sudden flash of light or the roving beam of a spotlight. He heard gunshots, screams, explosions, and sirens, but they never came upon any of the sources of the sounds.