they'll come for me 2

The city. Humming, buzzing, like a kid on Ritalin. Cars and traffic jams. Consumers and shoplifters. Everybody buying, eating, taking, needing. Road-raged and screaming. The tickety-tack tickety-tack of heels on the sidewalk. Sunlight sliced into a thousand pieces through the grid of buildings. Downtown. Uptown. Crosstown. Bass-bu-bu-bu from a hatchback in one ear and Mozart from a giftshop in the other. Schizoid Psychopolis. The whole place is one massive self-enabling crazy monster.

And Chloe is poised on its brink.