Shoving the window open, he did not break it before throwing himself through. Landing in a flourish of cloaks, on all fours, he had been silent save for hte whisper of cloth... In the room, he had left three cloaks behind, one with a hood. In an instant he was behind a tombstone, ghostly gold eyes roaming the grave yard... Noting each undead's location, and then the exit... He wasted no time, for time was not on their side... She would have to sneak alone, thrown into the deep end, such as it were... In the back of his mind, he wondered with detached curiosity how she would fare, if his lesson would hold true, or she would freeze up in fear...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>