'Just need to get out; just a little farther. Don't draw any attention to yourself.' Inch by inch, he came closer to the exit tunnel, the very same one the three ponies had come down. His heart pounded in his chest as he warily watched the pony guarding the partially bricked over tunnel, every twitch of its ear a potential sign that he was discovered, that some noise he had made was heard. Once he was around the corner and out of sight, he hurried his pace while looking back carefully, his unease never lessening even in spite of putting further distance between himself and the ponies with their damned torches. How did they keep finding him? They kept getting so unnaturally close. With the city on lockdown, soldiers in the streets, and most people staying inside when they could thanks to the weather, one would think Handy could manage to find some place to lay low, if only for a day.