Anthony had this feeling, deep down, that the hope he'd had of making it back to his flat and all but crashing so that he could completely leave this day behind him was pretty much null and void at this point. Which was just as he should have expected. Evidently it would have been too much to ask for an all right end to his day.
And then he was reminded that someone was dead and his inability to go home and instead go right back to the very place he'd just spent eight hours of his day to help tell what he knew might have been a bit more important in an unselfish sort of way.
Not for the first time, though, he wished he'd been paying attention to where he'd been going earlier.