Bill's brow furrowed - true, he hadn't tried to leave the city for a long while, but surely it wasn't impossible? How could a city trap you? He suddenly felt claustrophobic, but shook it off. This man must've just been somewhat drunk. Of course...of course he'd be able to leave, if he wanted to.
"How strange," he finally replied, his countenance foggy. The furthest he had gone in months was Queens, and he supposed that was still part of "the city". He hadn't left New York since...1961? 62? And he hadn't left the city in at least five months.
"Of course you can leave," he thought, the feeling of being trapped growing stronger by the moment, "Of course,"
"Why did they suggest that, do you suppose?" he finally asked, forcing himself out of his own thoughts.