“They say people are born with an innate goodness, a willingness to help others that is only erased after years of neglect or abuse. I disagree. You see …" The roar of an approaching transit grew louder and I shifted my grip on the dangling man’s hand.

“For the love of God, Martin! Pull me up! I’ve kept my end of the deal. You said I could go free if I took you to the refugee camp.” The balding man twisted slowly while scrabbling at the smooth walls with his broken free hand.

“I did, didn’t I. You know, this just proves what I said earlier about goodness. You brought me this far and I should honor our deal. On the other hand, I am not very honorable…

“Now don’t start swinging around again like that. I’m liable to drop you by accident.

“That’s better. As I was saying, most people need to work hard to be good. Look at you. You’d still be dispensing bootleg pills if I hadn’t bullied you into helping me.”

“We’re nearly there, I swear! Just pull me up. Another transit is coming…”