I dodged through the packed sidewalk in downtown Zin Sasi, dodging a hyperactive kid who nearly ran me over.

"This was a mistake," I whispered to myself.

Nobody heard me. Nobody even looked in my direction. And yet, I couldn't help but feel like I should have gone in disguise-something to provide camouflage. A red trench coat and a wide-brimmed hat, perhaps. Carmen Sandiego-type vibes. Or at the very least, a baseball cap and some oversized sunglasses. Anything to make me feel less exposed.

Not that it would have mattered, after ten years away I highly doubted that anyone in Zin Sasi remembered me. And if they did, they wouldn't...