Inwardly Alucard sighed. His Master had finally snapped, the confusion too much for her to absorb. He too in his own way was confused. He had been bound for peace, but peace had not come. He had not allowed himself to think on what he had been denied again. Integra's well being was more important, especially since he could not sense Seras anywhere around.
The rain continued to pound against the ground, the drumming of the water pounding in his ears. She was not insane, he was not an illusion and this was certainly not a dream. "Integra," he said firmly. Sharply he turned to follow after all.
His shadows dogging her steps. His peace was gone, he was someplace foreign, and his master was in the midst of a breakdown. His gloved hand reached out to touch her shoulder. "Integra, speak to me," he said, a very faint hint of pleading to his soft tone.