"They tried. I'll get them for that too," Marcus promised. The waitress saw he finished his coffee and started over, but Marcus waved her off. He didn't want their conversation interrupted at the moment.

Especially with Booker's existential question. Wasn't it something that Marcus asked himself over and over, yet he always returned to these big cities, huge metropolises full of busy anonymous people.

"It keeps me busy," he answered at last, his eyes reflecting the weariness he felt over the question. He knew the futility that was behind the question, understood why Booker asked. "It fills the hours with... something."