There were also a lot of briefcases. He didn't like that either, but he didn't know why. This was where he came when he wanted to act like walking to work. He even had his own briefcase, much to his chagrin. He had recently filled it with three copies of Vogue and a copy of Mirabelle, which he noticed was even glossier than Vogue. He had a plan for these things, but he wasn't going to tell anyone about it just yet. While he was thinking about the contents of his briefcase and what he was going to do about them, he saw a man giving him a funny look. What was this? He recognized the man as an old colleague, but couldn't remember his name. This man had certainly gotten very important-looking. He bustled past, acting like he was on his way to work, but now every time he tried to think about the contents of his briefcase he saw the man's strange face. This part of the city really brought him down. It wasn't like any part of a city at all.