66. Union Square, part 3.

The homeless man shifted again. His leg convulsed, then was still. Sid closed his eyes.

The young man spoke. "You said he was dying...did you mean, like, dying right now?" He swallowed, trying not to look at the figure slumped along the bench, trying to be clinical. "We should call somebody," he said again.

A few minutes passed. Then Sid opened his eyes.

"It's over," he said softly. "He's gone." His hand slipped into the homeless man's pocket and drew out a small object. He got up and began to walk across Union Square, toward the subway station. The young man followed him.