“My children . . .”“Is there any milk in there?” Taemon leaned out the window and searched the crowdor his parents, as he had done or the past our monthswhile accompanying Drigg on his weekly trips bringingood to the city dwellers who had decided to stay putater the Fall — the day psi mysteriously disappeared romDeliverance.It was hard to believe that Deliverance had been clean,orderly, and impressive just our short months ago. Nowit was a flthy, bedraggled heap — a shadow o its ormerglory.Some o the damage was due to the earthquake thathad rocked the city on the day o the Fall. But most o the destruction was a result o the riots that had occurredin the weeks aterward. Once people had lost their tele-kinetic abilities, their lives were completely upended.Their vehicles didn’t work. They had to kick down theirown ront doors to enter their homes. Even the simplesto tasks — cooking, dressing, and hygiene — had to bereinvented using nothing but their hands. For people whohad been taught that manual labor was beneath them, thesituation was appalling.