After giving Halvorson back his burden, Mad looks around. "That... hurt..." she mutters, her eyes flashing briefly with the blue-green glow of psionics in the darkness. It's most disconcerting. "I felt everything. Pain. Fear. Hunger... god, the hunger of that thing..." She shakes her head. "Glad I only got an echo from it. I'd hate tae be a full-blown Reader..."<br/><br/>Baz pats her elbow- as he can't reach her shoulder. "Keep it t'gether spoonbender, we're almost at the manhole." He looks back at Halvorson. "Coupla times I thought they'd finally got me..." He mutters. "An' they took the Kid.... poor Sara. You better be worth dyin' fer, Karogen, or you an I'z gonna 'ave words. You talk the talk, my friend.. but are ye able ta keep it goin'?"<br/><br/>________________________<br/><br/>Jania watches the wolf flee and laughs, before starting to climb the stairs. Once she's about half-way up, she takes a large flask of whiskey from her belt and downs it, starting to sing an old Highland song as she climbs, at the top of her voice. Like many drinking songs of the Clans, it's about missing home, and a lost love.<br/><br/>"I'll take the high road an' ye'll take the low road, and if ye take the high road I'll be home befooooooooooore ye. But me and my true love, Will never meet again, by the bonnie, so bonnie banks, of Loch Lomar. "<br/><br/>A strangled cat would sound more tuneful.