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The Milliways door is anticlimatically shabby on the other side, opening into a dark, narrow innercity alley with a tired creak. The darkness makes it seem much later than it should be, but after peering at the sky, the faint light of dusk can just be made out through the fog.

Havelock holds the door open courteously, while glancing around with trademark paranoia. His true home the city may be, but he'll be the first to admit it's like stepping into a nest of hornets with kleptomaniac tendancies.