Sartasus found himself once more carried unswervingly by his feet to parts unknown. It seemed they needed to be constantly watched lest they simply carry him off to wherever they felt he needed to be.

As it was, he found himself standing in the streets of the stacks. The smell of too many people living close together was overpowering, the feeling of people brushing against him sent chills down his spine. He missed the dank chemical warmth of his lab. His hands closed and opened, balling into fists with each passing person as he looked about for a place to hide. He needed to get out of the rain and more importantly, the people.