There has to be an explanation to this, any of this. There's a whole laundry list of reasons that this doesn't make sense, so many so that he really doesn't know where to start. There's the little fact he doesn't know how he got there, but somehow that's almost the least of his worries.

In cities like this, answers are rarely to be found in plain sight, no, they hide in cracks, slipping through. He's good at that, at least. So it's a sidestreet that he's taken down, one block and another, until the roaring bustle seems to fade to white noise in the background. It's still there, still breathing.

As he walks around he starts to notice how things just seem off. It's hard to pin point, hard to say exactly what it is, but not to worry, he tells himself, he'll get there. Turning another street he sees a group of men, huddled and discussing something. He almost laughs, it sounds like something out of Bugsy Malone. If he had been expecting gangsters he'd have put a special bow tie on. It's intriguing enough though, and so much so it makes him follow them a little as they turn off.

Little does he know he's walking right into the middle of the investigation of a certain detective.