The weather here was pleasant, and Clarice looked forward to her daily jogs. There was no fitness test to pass here as there had been at Quantico, but Clarice enjoyed pushing herself, as well as the sense of euphoria that she felt on some days. And the City, ever-changing as it was, provided an interesting backdrop.
At the tail end of one of her runs, hair in a sweat-drenched ponytail, she saw the man and elderly couple and noted the broken ramp. She slowed, wiping her forehead, and approached, still breathing hard. "Excuse me. Do you need any help?"