‘This is like Spurbay all over again,’ he noted. He got looks, but it was different. There was no hostility there; there wasn’t even any fear. It was curiosity. He was the unusual sight that made an otherwise boring and samey morning for the inhabitants different. There was no whispering, or at least none of the kind pertaining to him. There was no cautious, fearful silence at his presence, no one had crossed to the other side of the street to get out of his way as he passed. It was mundane, it was normal, and it was utterly incongruous with how he was used to people to acting around him. He didn’t know how to feel about it.