Welcome to Manchester, a fine place to live if not for the people. And the town. Walk the streets, look at the houses, listen to the rhythm and hum of human potential being slowly ground to the consistency of a fine talc.
There are lots of towns with skies full of superheroes. In Manchester, the more likely haunts are bars and street corners, bowling alleys and grocery stores, the bus station and the odd park bench. They're ever watchful, keeping a keen eye out for evil or a really good deal on tube socks. They scour the streets, sweeping up ruthless villains and the occasional empty beer can, which can still be redeemed for a nickel. Because after all, a nickel's a nickel.
The days pass. Phones don't ring. Friends don't come by. Eye contact is avoided.
You're in Manchester now.