He takes a deep breath and casts a last worried look at Bran, so far as any of you can tell his concern does seem genuine.  He once again goes to where a pocket would normally be but this time looks irritated.<br/><br/>"I don't suppose any of you have a cigarette I could bum off you do you?  Mine are sat patiently on my kitchen worksurface.<br/><br/>But anyway.  I suppose you might have a point.  Let's just..." he glances over at Bran and takes a few steps away from him, lowering his voice slightly  "...I'm just not sure this conversation is good for the lad at the moment.  He looks pretty shaken.  Anyway.<br/><br/>I don't really know something. Or nothing I can put in to words at least.  Something happened here about, oh, about half an hour ago.  I don't know what and I can't really tell you how I know without you thinking I've lost the plot.  Lets just say its a gut feeling: I've got a lot of gut to have feelings in." he slaps his belly and laughs, trying to break the tension then abruptly sobers.<br/><br/>"But I know this area really well.  Really, really well.  And..." he stares at the chare for long enough to make you think he's finished before abruptly continuing.  "Nothing seems to have changed, but I can't shake the feeling that I've never seen that alley before.  It's...I don't know.  Is there an opposite of deja vu?  It feels like I've never been here before but..." once again he drifts off to staring at where Honer's used to be with a worried frown.  Eventually he shakes his head and returns his attention to you.<br/><br/>"Honestly, I think you might know more than me.  The four of you stood here" he shrugs "I reached the conclusion you knew something.  Might even be responsible."