urning hotel, unsure what to do.
If Jenny hadnt taken the cell phone, Spyder thought, he could call 911. Of course, he wasnt sure exactly where he was. Still, all hed have to tell them is that there was a burning building on the pier. The fire trucks would be able to see it from all the way down at Fishermans Wharf. In fact, someone had probably already called the fire in, which was both good and bad. It was good in that the fire department would put it out. It was bad in that it bought Spyder back to the fact that he had no idea what he would do if Shrike was inside the burning building. He didnt want to think about it. Spyder turned around one more time to see if anyone in the market was forming a bucket brigade. The market went on as it had all -evening--oblivious, a world unto itself.
Then Spyder saw someone at the edge of the crowd. She was talking to a man wearing an enormous, jeweled bird mask, one that covered his entire head (or actually was his head, Spyder later thought). The woman wore her shades, and moved her white cane from one hand to the other so she could shake the bird mans feathered mitt. Spyder ran to her through the smoke of the smoldering Coma Gardens.
"Shrike!" he yelled. The woman turned her head toward him as the bird man walked away. Spyder ran up and grabbed her happily by the shoulders. "Its me, -Spyder. You saved my life the other night. "
The blind woman gave him a crooked smile. "Oh yes. The pretty pony boy. How are you?"
"Im…?" He started to answer, but realized he had no idea what to say. He felt giddy at having found her, but there was the accumulating wreckage of the rest of his life. "Im fine," he said. "I can see things now. The real world. Thats how
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