I'm gone into the night. Always have a back-up. One of my mottos. Stood me in good stead.
								Make my way by a round about route to a cellar room. I've got ready just for this sort of situation. Approach it slowly. Wait. Move closer. Wait. Listen. Nearly there. A sound? A cough?
		This rain is making it difficult to hear. There it is again. There's someone in there. This has been well planned. Somebody really wants me.
								Time to bow out completely for a while, I think. I head off. The only place I have left to go. Back home.
			My real home. Back to my constant reminders of Alice. Back to pain and remembering. Maybe it will do me good, exorcise some of my ghots. Maybe not.
							I travel. I sleep. I travel. I sleep. Not as fit as I was when I came the other way. It's morning, I'll be there today, couple of hours at most. I travel. I arrive. I see it in the distance.