 Why did Davies attach himself to Infield outside of Infield & Morgan?
Henry Infield placed the insulated circlet on his head gently. Infield turned his soft blue eyes to the black and tan oxfords with the very thick rubber soles. Floating before him in memory was the vertical hoop and the horizontal hoop, both of shining steel-impervium alloy. The gyro actually passed over a man's shoulder, through his legs, under his arms. With that image over everything he sees and with that insidious voice drumming in his head night and day, do you mean to say that man's senses will only be impaired 23 per cent? Infield stepped into the main stream of human traffic and tried to adjust to the second change in the air. A young man with black glasses and a radar headset (a photophobe) was unable to keep from being pushed against Infield. It was the first time in years that anyone had apologized to Infield for anything. A clean-cut young man with mouse-colored hair was moving toward the stubble-chinned, heavy-shouldered man quivering in the center of a web of impervium cables stuck secure to the walls and windows of buildings facing the street, the sidewalk, a mailbox, the lamp post and Infield. Mouse-hair yelled hoarsely, "Uncouple it, Davies! The magnetic suction dart dropped away from Infield like a thing that had been alive and now was killed. Mouse-hair stood by tensely as the crowd disassembled. Mouse-hair drove a fast, hard right into the soft blue flesh of Davies' chin. "Not—not long," Infield evaded. Infield's pulse raced, trying to get ahead of his thoughts, and losing out. Infield shifted around, trying to see that side of his benefactor, but couldn't manage it in good grace. This was revealed, as he turned his head, to be a small metal cube above his left ear. Men hide in the comforts of insanity, but when faced with death, they are often forced back to reality. Infield looked up self-consciously and noticed that they had crossed two streets from his building and were standing in front of what appeared to be a small, dingy cafe. A fat man who smelled of the grease and alcohol of the tablecloths shuffled up to them with a towel on his arm, staring ahead of him at some point in time rather than space. A man could cut his wrists with the edge of a sheet of paper if he tried long enough, so of course the Bible would be imaginary.
 He was afraid of heights and falling over, so he had affixed himself to Infield in order to calm his fear.
 He was afraid of heights and falling over, so he had affixed himself to Infield in order to calm his fear.  He was attempting to catch Infield after he ran away from the fraternal club for the Cured.  He was afraid of the rain and lightning, and the cables helped him to feel more secure.  He had been aiming for George Price, whom he was trying to kill as punishment for knocking him to the ground earlier.