On any other street, in any other sector, we’d have looked completely out of place, but here in central Sol City, we blended into the landscape. In fact, there were plenty of people who were even more bizarrely dressed than I was. I was enjoying people-watching, wondering what their parents might have said the first time that they came home looking like that. It must have been quite a shock to the system.
Suddenly, we saw a figure standing before us, about thirty metres distant. Although he looked a bit battered and beaten he was instantly recognisable. His two-piece suit had several rips in it, and the cuffs of his shirt hung loose. His clean-shaven face was pock-marked from collisions with branches as he’d bounced between them on his unexpected descent from the zip line, and he had a bl
