Daniel Simpson Day wandered, slowly, for once in his life, down the dirty city streets. Being back on his own again was actually rather lonely. He had gotten used to Boon and Otter as constantly bantering companions. Oh well. Money was money, and they were money, at least to any policeman. They were escaped convicts, after all. So was D-Day, but he was also lucky. And now he was still lucky... and lonely. He would pick up another pal eventually. They would get screwed over eventually, too. Such was life. Every man for himself. Didn't mean he didn't have a soul, he was just a realist. Oh, see, here's another person already! A wide-eyed guy of about eighteen. Says his name is Larry. Let's not get too attached, now.