A code (Secondhand Smoke Kills!) scrawled in black sharpie on a particular bus stop directs the observant Guardian to a particular public bathroom stall in another part of town.

Management has long ago written off any but the most halfhearted attempts to keep the bathroom clean and free of graffiti and trash.

Within the stall is a photonegative printout glued to the back side of the metal door.

Scratched into the metal panel where a mirror should be above the only functioning sink, is a message (FOR A GOOD TIME CALL SUSIE) above a phone number.

Calling the phone number gets you to an automated message that repeats out the Worship Service Times of All Saints Episcopal Church in Sacramento, California.

If you aren't a Guardian, all these things mean nothing more than the individual parts. Independent cases of vandalism. Some kind of prank. If you're a Guardian? You know that the bathroom stall is a dead drop. The scrawled code on the bus stop is a signal that the dead drop has a message. The picture is glued to the exact spot someone can hide in behind you if you aren't careful. The phone number is carved into the spot where your eyes would naturally rest if you were trying to wash your hands of something unclean.

Together, it's a message. New Guardian in town. They know where to go. They know when to go. They'll meet you soon.

See ya there.













And in only a few days, the natural actions of the city and it's inhabitants erase every trace of that message.