The sobs about tore his heart in two. Rudolph knew though that the sobs were a good thing. Dead people don't sob after all. Skirting out the back door with her in his arms, he stuck to the shadows. The night was cool and the sounds of the night class could be heard all around them.<br/><br/>The screech of a cat. The bored, pretend moans of a prostitute pleasing one of the so called gentlemen. The quiet rustling of burglars going about their own business. Even the sounds of the sick and downtrodden finally taking their last breath could be heard in the dingy stone alleys. Rudolph just hoped Gwen wasn't among them.<br/><br/>The sobbing helped the urchin know how much time she had left. Or at least a good guess anyway. As they got quieter, Rudolph started to move faster. Even if it brought a risk of increased pain from the jostling, he figured it wouldn't matter if she passed out. After all, that was what the brain did right? Bah. He didn't want to think about that. He wasn't a doctor for a reason.<br/><br/>Coming up behind one of the few poor doctors he knew about, he kicked open the door. Who cared if he was with a patient? Or as the most likely case, a victim? He needed help and while having no medical skills, he was gonna be quite convincing to the doctor that he should try really hard to save her. Especially if he valued his own life at all.