yeff far below. He quickly showered, dressed and put on his long and weatherbeaten coat. He descended five flights of stairs til he got to
the top level of the elevator. It hissed and whined and brought him to the first floor. He stared at the closeness of the city the gravity
that seemed far more dreadful down here than up there, where it was simply deadly, to be known and respected but not to be feared.
He had worked out a fairly complex route to the apothecary. He had, after all, been hanging above the city every day for ten years.
The virtue of his route was that he could duck from rooftop to alley to gutter without human interaction, he had planned it this way.
On the best of these errands he had to interact with exactly one person. "Hi Miles," May said, he thought she'd be beautiful by moonlight.
As it was, the harsh fluorescents made her eyes look sunken, dark with eyeliner though shining from inside like sapphires. "Morning, May"
