Cudyk looked at his watch. The man in the powerhouse must be a sentimentalist; he was waiting until the last possible moment.
He heard the soft hum of the air-car behind him, turned and saw it settling lightly to the clipped lawn. The remaining passengers were moving toward it. Exarkos stood up and lifted his suitcase. Cudyk turned back for one last look at the Quarter. It was full dark now, and all he could see of it was the blocky, ambiguous outline of its darkness against the glowing buildings beyond, and the cross-hatched pattern of yellow street lights.
The lights went out.
[A] Pronounced "jung guo ren".