Matthew had left the diner after Dust had pecked him - it didn't help that the crow's breath smelled like eyeballs, either - he had lost his appetite. When he saw Glade exit the diner, he kept to the shadows, following him in secret. When he collapsed in the alley, Matthew ran back to the diner and over to the table where Ezreal sat. Several emoticons appeared above his head as he waved his arms in frantic gestures. Flint floated over from next to dust.<br/>"Hey, hey, calm down! What's this about Glade being kidnapped or something?" Flint asked.<br/>Death stood. "Our friend is in trouble," he said, banging his head against the low ceiling. He rubbed his head. "Where is he?"<br/>Matthew gestured for everyone to follow him.