SOMEWHERE ON THE STREETS
[Mandalus, is, well. Really not quite like Hypnosia. Granted, there's not much about Hypnosia that Lestrade knows of (or remembers for that matter - his arrival here must have messed up his memories, or something) in the first place, but he supposes it doesn't matter much in the long run. He's here now, after all, and that's the fact of the matter.
Today he's just walking down the streets, studying the surroundings and making mental notes of the city. He's still relatively new to this place, and one thing Lestrade has come to know with his experience is that having a good knowledge of his surroundings is always important. The storm might have passed, but the chill still stands in the air and Lestrade huffs out a breath and tucks his hands into the pockets of his coat, trying to keep himself warm as he walks.]