[ There was something about that grin that tugged at memory, though Bradbury brushed it off. He hadn't thought about that in years, and he sure as hell wasn't about to start now. ]

Yeah, a bestseller I've never heard of. Who was stupid enough to go wandering around the City at night.

[ He wasn't even sure how many hours it had been, since that encounter and this one. Wasn't sure if it was supposed to be a sign, or some fucked up... something. He didn't know. ]

So, you write about ImPorts, huh? [ He tipped his head. Watching that grin spread. ]

Why? What's in it for you?