Rachel had held off for as long as she could but in the end she had to go.
She opened a c***k in the door to the lockup and peered out. Heavy smog was settling into the maze of containers and garages surrounding her. She had no idea what time it was but the district was already pulsating with heavy machinery. Figures moved like ghosts throughout the mist, workers readying themselves for a hard slog, or trudging back home to sleep and starve.
Using an ornate brass jug to keep the door open, she slipped into the fog, pandering to the call of nature and looking for a discreet cranny she could slip into. It was easy to go unnoticed. She passed a group of shadows not even drawing a glance from them. She wondered what they actually saw when they looked at her. Was she a shade? Maybe she wasn"t
