Daniel looked around and shivered. Old Town was like a rug. Everything the higher-ups didn’t want to see—or even acknowledge—was swept down here; out of sight and out of mind. The buildings, while in relatively good repair, looked tired and worn, like sick old men nursing what little was left of their life.  Depression and hopelessness oozed from them like tree sap. Happiness was a stranger here. Joy wasn’t welcome. It was a place where dreams went to die.