Sehrab turned to Cecil on his shoulder.  He rubbed his stomach.<br/><br/>"I'm hungry," he said. "You hungry? I think I saw some food back over there by the... mall... where we..." He realized that he might have burned a bridge that was going to burn him back.<br/><br/>"Maybe they haven't seen the food yet," he groaned. "Whatever. I'll get us some. One way or another, everybody can be manipulated."<br/><br/>He got back on the bike and kicked it forward. The engine stalled a little before starting and Sehrab raced back towards the mall with Cecil.