The Socialite thought, a thousand fates cycling in his mind's eye as he considered his chances. His hands clutched the ends of the arms of the chair, trembling somewhat. "There is no end to what I would give. I came here, of all places, after years of believing this city a living Hell! I've gone to prison, I've suffered losses of sanity, dignity, self, life, all for the chance! I... I am now caught at an impasse."