"In summer Manhattan goes to the streets. Hot dead air in tiny rooms drives people outdoors, gasping for that one cool breath. No one finds it. Some go to movies or bars. Some drink too much and most sweat too much. Some pick fights, some get hurt. Some die"-- Moon Knight.
Every weekday morning, the population of Manhattan doubles, as more than a million commuters flood in from the suburbs. They call this "Rush Hour" -- though it's really three hours and nobody rushes anywhere. All bored, weary, self-absorbed working stiffs.