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It was not long before Wilhelmina (happily no longer an orc) was completely engulfed by the swarming crowd; however, she was now getting accustomed to the pace of the city, and managed to move quickly down the sidewalk. Those who walked too slowly received merciless prods from her walking stick. As she continued on, she noticed a crowd gathering on a corner; she got closer and saw a pileup of not three, not five, but seven cars, around which were standing seven irate orcs. There were also a number of police officers, but they appeared quite useless, as all they did was say, "What's all this, then?"
One of said police officers was performing a slightly more functional job: diverting the spectators away from the crash site. "Nothing to see here, folks!" he yelled above the din of the angry orcs. "Nothing that won't soon be cleared up! Down this street, please! Take the detour, please!" Of course, only about half the people heeded his pleas. Wilhelmina was about to do so as well, but suddenly a thought struck her.
"Excuse me, officer," she said, approaching him. "Would you be so good as to tell me the way to Edge-Where?"
"Certainly -- Let's move along! Ma'am, you'll have to -- nothing to see, I said! -- head several blocks north -- the detour, if you please! -- and then you should see some signs -- Oy!" A brawl had begun amongst the orkish drivers, and the officer dashed off to help his fellows break it up. Wilhelmina decided that his information would suffice, followed the detour street, and then turned north. She had walked about five blocks before she saw a sign. It was heavily graffitied, but she could make out 'Ed Wh e: 3.5 m es -->,' and the rest fell into place. She would be in Edge-Where in no time.
As she marched off in the direction the sign indicated, her hat squeaked in anticipation.
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