"I see you understand." In other words, in this little town they've found themselves in, everyone is a celebrity. And if you think about it too much, it will drive you mad.

He finds himself thinking about it quite often. Turning the pages of the magazine as they sit with their lab rat status, he comes across a bundle of what look like passport pictures. Crow is younger in them, again, and pulling faces that range from annoyed through to ridiculous. Various other people are in the pictures with him.

Shit, look at them all. His mouth puckers as he looks. There are so many of them.