Gabriel had seen the rather sharp turn, and he had cut across in the same manner when he had got there. He was a New Yorker, after all. He wasn't going to be dissuaded by a crowd, no matter how the flow of people had initially cut off his line of sight. But his eyes were not the thing that were keeping him in immediate contact with the other individual. His eyes slipped slowly over the mass of people that were on the other side of the walk until that itch resurfaced in the back of his mind somewhere behind two men with briefcases, three women with carriages, and a good deal more, Gabriel turned on his heel and, making quiet apologizes to at cutting between two of the women, headed in that direction.