Re: Second Floor Stairwell; 3:00 AM
Luther paused as the sense of pollution didn't come closer, even as he moved. The rate was off, meaning whoever it was, had remained still. His face remained expressionless as he lifted his head, trying to sense where she was. Somehow this was considered normal in his mind, more normal than the strange clothes, or the fact that he kept believing his name was Javert.
Slowly, he took one step and then another. Each step was a reminder - he was searching for Jean Valjean and no one else. His name was Luther. Ziggy Goddamned Stardust Luther and not -- Javert.
Reaching the landing his eyes moved across the shadows, police stick out and at the ready.