He assumed he was in the large city. It certainly felt large, pulsing with a different sort of life than smaller ones tended to. Frenetic, almost angry in places. He didn't ask how or why the city had brought him Alfie's things. Eventually he would unpack all of it and have his own kind of memorial for the boy who'd given his body and his life.
He looked up at Duma, light of his Grace appearing in his eyes once again as he reached up with hesitant fingers to touch the other angel's cheek. He stopped just short and chose to keep his hands to himself instead.