Now, there was something to be said about the relationship between bravery and foolishness, and that of madness and genius, or rather stupidity and genius. It was easy to confuse either for madness depending on where you happened to be standing at the time. As Handy waited in a dead end street facing the Golden Mile Station, hiding underneath a board of composite wood, he couldn’t be sure which of these his little gambit would turn out to be. He lay still, catching his breath and trying not to cough his lungs out as the snow picked back up. He cursed the weather; he needed to at least partially see the sky to tell if his ruse had worked.