"So what's your big plan for finding the Institute?" I asked Max impatiently. I was through waiting - hoping that Max wasn't lying and actually did have a plan.

"I'm tired of walking," Nudge complained. "Can we just sit for a minute?" She went and sat down on some stairs. I didn't really want to sit, though. In fact, I felt kind of restless. I wanted to just find the Institute, do what we had to do, and get the heck out of here. The noise was driving me crazy, and although the food was great, I definitely wouldn't be sad to leave New York.

"Uh..." Max said in answer to my question. Aha. I knew it. I sighed.

The Gasman and Angel went to sit next to Nudge, and I found a rail next to where they were sitting and leaned on it.

"How about a phone book?" Fang said. "Every once in a while I see one."

"Yeah, that's a possibility," Max said, sounding aggravated. She stayed silent for a moment. I wondered what she was thinking.

"So what are we going to do?" I pressed, fighting the urge to roll my eyes for the fiftieth time today. She still didn't answer. I tried not to groan.

Finally, Max spoke. "We're going to start in here," she said. She clapped twice, making me jump. "I figure they've got computers, databases..." She walked forward.

I muttered to Gazzy, "Where are we?"

"A library," he answered, before following his sister up the steps.

"How does she do that?" Fang said to me. I snickered.

Honestly, as long as it was getting us somewhere, it was fine by me.