"Why, we are, darling," she laughs, the words coming slow and amused.  Then the laugh is gone, replaced by the slight fall of her lips into a more sympathetic smile and a slight sigh.  She tilts her head to one side as if listening to something and then nods.  "The good guys are... ah, the ones who aren't asking you to tell them anything or do anything for them."  She pauses and looks down at her hands, thinking.  "If it makes your skin crawl, it's probably wrong."  Given your recent experiences, this is starting to seem like much more than touchy-feely advice: it seems somehow empirical.<br/><br/>Suddenly, there is a loud "pop" and the cab swerves to one side.  At the same time, the cab driver takes both hands off the wheel and covers his own face while uttering a loud stream of surprised and frightened obscenities.  The car, which hadn't been going very fast, dents and then careens off the side of a parked car and runs headlong into a fire hydrant.  There is a loud whoosh as water launches all around the front of the car and over 10 feet into the air.  The woman beside you seems shaken by the accident but completely unsurprised.  "Damnit," she mutters, "I thought 'neural' would be safe enough..."  She turns to you.<br/><br/>"Ten blocks to your destination.  You're going to have to make a go at it on foot and I can't come with you.  Good luck."  Without waiting for a reaction or reply, she opens the door to the car, steps out, and vanishes into the crowd.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>A.  Pull yourself together and walk the 1st block towards the Empire State Building<br/><br/>B.  Give up and try to make it back to your apartment.<br/><br/>C.  Give up and head back to work.