He pushed off the bench, still munching slowly on the sandwich... ignoring the crust, just like on the toast a few days before. "They got a few rules to let people stay over," he explained as they walked. "No fightin', no fuckin', and hypothetically no drugs. I think they mean usin' 'cause they don't check our stuff. They got a couple floors with cots and storage lockers and a big bathroom where we can get cleaned up. Limited space though, so ya can't stay for a long time."

It's actually a few blocks from where Dal spends most of his nights working. So Gabriel will notice they're heading through some different territories and the streetwalkers nearer to the shelter aren't as many. The last thing most of them want is to have a reason for places like these to get shut down.

"It's a nice place and the people there, they look at us more like you do."