"Hang on," the young man says, laying a gentle hand on Ethan's elbow, steering him toward a side entrance.  "Let me help you to your cab, sir.  Least I can do, what with your unpleasant experience."<br/><br/>Within a few paces, nobody seems to be paying any attention to them anymore.  The young man reaches up and removes his tie, nametag, badge...by the time they ar passing through the doors, he seems to be just another face in the crowd.<br/><br/>"Welcome to Burbank, Brother Daniels," he says cheerfully.  "Lovely weekend for a convention, isn't it?  Sorry for the melodrama, but I figured you'd rather get out of there in a hurry.  My name's Danny.  Mister Montag asked me to come get you."<br/><br/>+++<br/><br/>On his way through to the outside walkway, Linwood notices a bundle that wasn't on the table next to the dusty and threadbare curtains before: it looks about the size of a phone book, wrapped in burlap and bound with twine.<br/><br/><br/>