Times Square opens up around me, enfolding me in its engulfment. I take the cigarette from my mouth.
I'm Dunkin Donuts in my coffee.
"Keep moving." says the voice of Lestrade. "Are your feet already hurting?"
Central Park is a giant rock in the middle of it.
"They have Detroit in Brooklyn." I say.
"The Subway is the ventricle system. You are a blood cell."
"Am I white or red?"
"I don't know."