It seemed so. This dirty, hypertense, overcrowded place seemed boundlessly undesirable. The choice was obvious. But still.... He shook his head. After a moment of complete unthought, he let go of the side of the building and took a few hesitant steps forward. He was really frightened now. Suddenly, he wanted to be home, wanted to know again the smooth placidity of an unworried day. He started to walk faster, then to run. After half a block, he stopped, suddenly. _Where am I running?_ He didn't know. He felt trapped, hemmed in, overwhelmed by despair. _So this is the City? Sorry, I don't care for it._ "You're all alone, aren't you?" said a sudden voice from behind him. "It's not wise, on your first day off the drug." Larry turned. The man behind him was tall and narrow-shouldered, with the pinched, baggy face of a grownup and a wide, sly smile. "Yes, I'm all alone," he said. "I thought so. I can tell a Changer when I see one, even without the armband." Larry glanced down at his arm quickly and saw that the identifying armband was gone. Somehow, somewhere, he must have ripped it off. He looked at the stranger, and in a hoarse voice asked, "What do you want?" "A companion for a drink," the stranger said affably. "Care to join me?" "No--I--all right," Larry said with a firmness that surprised himself. "Let's go have a drink." * * * * * The alcohol stung his mouth, and the flavoring in the drink tasted rancid, but he put the whole thing down and looked across the table at the stranger. "I don't much like that drink," he said. "Not surprising." The other grinned. "It's one of our favorites." "_Our?_" "City people, I mean. Ulcer people. We gobble the stuff up. Not surprising you don't like it." Larry touched his forefingers lightly together. "I don't think I'd ever like it, no matter how long I tried to get used to it." "Oh?" The stranger's left eyebrow rose slightly. "_Never?_" Larry shook his head. "Or the rest of the City, for that matter." He sighed. "I don't think I'm the City type. I think I'm going to give the whole thing up and go back home. The City isn't for me." "Have another drink," the stranger said. "Go on--I'll pay. It'll take your mind off your problems." "There's a capsule that'll do it a lot more efficiently," Larry said. "I don't need bad-tasting drinks to ease my mind." "You're definitely cashing in your chips, then?" "What?" "I mean, you're definitely choosing Koletsky for life, eh?" Larry paused a while, letting the images of the City filter through his mind again. Finally he nodded. "I think so. I really do." "Two full days more--and you've made up your mind?" The stranger shook his head. "That'll never do, son. You'll have to think more deeply." "How deep do I have to think?" "Tell me what anxiety is," the stranger countered. Taken aback by the sudden and seemingly irrelevant question, Larry blinked. "Anxiety? Why--worry, isn't it? Fear? Ulcers and headaches?"