Afterwards can be seen about the streets of the city at night a bicycle about. Mac rides it, an investigator of the night, on his rounds. He has a room now over a garage, for minimal payment, belonging to a volunteer worker at the mission on Trenton Street. He can be seen on his paper route, or tromping in the grass along the levee, searching out discarded aluminum cans. And then, pedalling along the streets at night, he is headed to a place in mind to see what's going on there. A girl and guy on a bus bench, engrossed in themselves; he waves as he passes, one squeaky misbalanced wheel unremarked.