The park at night is an interesting prospect, if not a safe one. He can’t bring himself to shoot the idea down when they just got here.

“There’s a lot that’s close, but Central Park is better.” Which is a good thing, he realizes abruptly. “Shit.”

He looks down at his ankle. “I forgot. With this thing on I’ve only got two square miles.”

How could he forget? There’s a surreality to it that makes him feel dizzy for a moment.