It took Old Jack three hours to get here, and now the morning mist had almost dissipated. Looking around, he could see a field of rather unfresh cow dung, garbage cans by the roadside that hadn't been emptied in months, steam billowing from the sewers, and two rats darting past a cat who merely yawned lazily.,"Thank you," Jack said as he walked over, picked out a decent one, and walked back to the counter.,He leaned against the door, rubbing his head in pain, and once again the thought of retiring quickly came to mind.。