“Where’s the guide? What was his name… Squifth? He was supposed to be here by second tenth.”
An alien multitude streamed past within the boundaries of brightly colored pairs of lines he had come to think of as the ‘sidewalk’, while vehicles of all sorts whizzed by only scant meters overhead. He didn’t want to think about what would happen if one of them lost power; the pedestrians didn’t seem to consider it a possibility.
“There does seem to be more traffic today. Maybe he got held up.”
“For what we’re paying, he should have brought us breakfast in bed.”