[ Nash, in the meantime, has climbed himself into the dumpster, and into the garbage bags besides— he's never seen those either. If he feels foolish climbing out it doesn't show, even though someone else's takeout is now staining his clothes. ]

If I were the one doing this, I would have made myself look younger. [ Obviously. ] But you're right. I'm not much for supposed tos, but I don't think I belong.

[ Following Prior, it just becomes more obvious. He stops and starts, his attention carried off by the noises of the street and the lights changing colors. Nash has never in his life felt provincial, and it still hasn't occurred to him. He still almost trips, trying to catch up with Prior. But he doesn't need to catch his breath. ]

I couldn't find my way alone.