Ryan's breathing was shallow, his eyes a little wild, and he was more muddy than even the current state of town should allow. As in, down to his hair. He was also damn near jogging through town to get back to the cathouse when he went by Doyle's house and just. Stopped dead. Saw the boots and before he could think any further, he just knocked and tried to open the door to find it wasn't locked and walked in. "Mr. D?" he called out, voice trembling.