Loren circled the block and then doubled back on the route he and Manny had taken from the trolley stop. He still had time to return to his quarters before the night lockdown.
In this part of Anoth, there were no overhead coverings for the benches passengers used to wait for the trolley. No other people were waiting and Loren sat, grateful for the hard bench. A sign with a poorly painted picture of the trolley swung from a lamppost that housed a glass enclosed flickering wick. His head was pounding from the fumes in the Greenies meeting room and the smoke from the fire. The d**g"s effect was almost gone and he clenched his teeth, trying to will away the headache. He fumbled at his left breast pocket, for what he didn"t know. It was a habit from other days that he couldn"t remember. He clo
