Andy shrugged his arm free, but started walking. This part of the city seemed deserted, and he saw from a street sign that they were in Southwest, on the corner of C and Third Street. They couldn’t be too far from The Mall. That big cross street ahead had to be Independence. At least he hoped so—Independence bounded The Mall. He wanted to get away from these seemingly dead office buildings and their rattling, deficient mechanical systems. They didn’t offer any succor from this weirdboy streetrat, but people would. There would be more people around the museums and monuments; a crowd, or even one police officer, would offer Andy a chance to scrape loose of the dirty shaman.