Blythe had been on his way out when Earl had come in, exchanging a brief glance with the man. He had spent the better part of the day drinking and managed now only to walk by sheer force of will. Carefully he made his way down the street to the avenue's newest addition, bumbling his way up the exterior stairs to the second floor.<br/><br/>Muffled cries and screams had become a common thing in these parts, so it was rare anyone felt a need to stick their noses into the sources.