News is slow getting out to the farms; what gets out there is rumours but the rumours sounded very familiar, they sounded bad. Malcolm's just started to regain body-fat and the ability to sleep at night from the last time rumours of segregation started trickling close enough to his sheltered ears to hear it. He'd prefer it not go as far here as it did back home so he signs off on the end of his medic contract and heads back to the city.

He arrives in the Mafaton area just as the crowds change from murmured interest to panic.