081413 #worm What they had always assumed to be a room is clearly now a corridor. The trickle of water bends relaxedly around their shoes; they are going downhill slowly, toward the underbelly of the city. The objective remainder of Ltiky's mind flails, harkening back to noisier times. The legendary underground neighborhoods.... The cops never went there--until, of course, they did go there, and the tunnels were demolished, the great subterranean subversion reduced to rubble. Could this be--But how--