Dawson had never been much of a city girl, she had spent much of her life surrounded by the green countryside fields, or wide Afghanistan deserts. She could see the appeal of the hustle and bustle, but it wasn't for her. The thick, polluted air, and towering skyscrapers had always felt too constricting for her adventurous nature. She had always felt like a rat in a maze. It was worse now.
The buildings cast a dark shadow across the street, and the unusual silence cast an even deeper one. If she shut her eyes, she could almost see the thousands of commuters jostling along the pavements on their way to work, briefcases and newspapers in hand. She could hear the paper boys bellowing above the chatter, boasting the best coverage and deals in the city. She could smell the fresh food, sizzli
