Down the block, another man who had been on Emerald Street for more than a year, was finally packing his belongings up, having decided the day before that he would enter a shelter. A third man, adamant that he would only enter a Kensington shelter, paced the block, smoking a cigarette. He wanted to go inside, he said, but he was also sick from withdrawal, and the early-morning eviction meant he had not been able to get another dose of fentanyl. Sheahan told him he would hold a shelter bed open until that evening, and the man rode off on his bike.