"No." Frowning, she fishes her phone out of her coat pocket and attempts to turn it on. "Battery must have died again." It's too bad, really; now she can't verify that he dreamed up the broadcast.

But there's nothing to stop her from verifying that everything is okay topside. "Tell you what," she says, "I'll ask the People if anything bad is happening up in the city. I can reach most of the park from here, and there are plenty of pigeons up in the city itself. If they say there are street cleaners murdering folk, I'll stay down here where it's safe. Okay?"