After running down the alleyway for a bit, Theresa stepped back into the shadows, leaning against the wall and examining her hand. It was healing. Probably another two hours before she didn't need to worry about reopening the wound. Once it was healed enough, she was going back up on the rooftops. She'd had her taste of the street level and the alleyways by now. It was time to get back to safety, along with finding a place for the daytime when necessary. Holding her wounded hand with her uninjured hand, she let the blood drip down and pool around her as she planned her path back up to the rooftops.