Handy has had a long and difficult journey. Just getting down into the subway station was an ordeal that nearly got him trampled or sucked down an escalator, and that was before he even had to jump the gap to get on the train -- and then change trains partway through the trip. It's been over an hour since he was split into his component parts, and he's near exhausted from his ordeals. Still, he's near his goal. Exiting the subway at the Natural History Museum, he strikes off into the park, trying to remember where exactly the TARDIS is parked. She's in the Ramble, he knows, but to start with he sticks close to the paths, scuttling from shrub to shrub and wastebasket to wastebasket. He's on the lookout for people, of course, not wanting to be stepped on, but he's not exactly craning his neck to look at faces -- it's feet he's worried about. Thus far New Yorkers seem to be living up to their reputation for being unobservant, but it'll still take someone with a good awareness of his surroundings to spot the little figure as he darts from one hiding place to the next.