He sat for more than an hour, fiddling with his non-receiving BlackBerry and listening to the mindless waste of fossil fuel as the backhoe behind him idled. When the driver finally thought to turn it off, he heard a chorus of engines from farther back- another four or five heavy trucks and earthmovers were backed up now. Somebody needed to summon the state police to deal with Zorn and her zealots. In the meantime, incredibly, in deepest Wyoming County, he was stopped dead in traffic. Lalitha was running up and down the road, conferring with the various parties, doing her best to spread goodwill. To pass the time, Walter did mental tallies of what had gone wrong in the hours since he'd awakened in the Days Inn. Net population gain: 60,000.