The fact was that his observations were necessarily limited.  He couldn’t see well enough to be sure of what was happening in the town.  What he needed to do was get some clothes and get out of here.  Maybe it would make more sense when he was closer to it.  If he could touch the buildings and look through the windows, maybe he’d get a better sense of them . . . but he couldn’t do it alone.  He knew in his heart that if he stepped out into their weird little market and a cow addressed him . . . he’d be running back to his hospital room, gibbering like a madman.  He just wasn’t ready for that yet.  But he and Lyra could go around town together. . . . 