"MGM Grand," Daniel said. "That way." After pointing southward on the boulevard, he emptied the cup and pushed himself off the edge of the truck. His feet came to rest a comfortable distance from the other man's.

Daniel idly rubbed his stomach, where the sandwich had settled into an uncomfortable lump.

"What's that like?" he asked, suddenly struck by the fact that he hadn't spoken to a person of this age bracket since he was turned. "Watching things change so much? I'm being serious. I'm not trying to be an ass.'