Ah, but he had to hurry. The night was still young, and he had much to do. His mind had raced and travelled far in its haste since that time in the galley, listening to the woes of the accursed. He had to act fast before those who had already gone so far to seek him out left the city for greener pastures. To that end, he needed enough time to find out where they had gone while in the city. He had already ruled out traveling outside via train. A plan gestated in his mind as he circled around, skirting the spaces between houses and streets, confirming his prey was in the building he suspected. His breath frosted on the air as he struggled to think. He needed a means of egress, of running away from the scene when all was said and done. In particular, he needed a certain something he was sure he managed to snag from his room back in Blackport, something he was planning on Thorax being able to use, but he'd have to make do. His mind worked, and he smiled.