He stalked into the Underground, tails of his black trenchcoat fluttering behind him. Today was just different, and he knew it was a curse but couldn't bring himself to care. He'd spent most of the day with Faith, but the possibility of another fight was too much.

He wishes he still had the radioactivity- he loved that so much. He steps up into the air and walks two feet above the ground. His fingers brush the walls, seeing what they can see, looking for Road crossing their paths. He smiles once he finds the right way.

[ooc: Eek! Go sleep!]