Harry followed, taking out any zombies that made it past Murphy's bullets with sharp blows from his staff; saving his magical energy for the way back, and charging his Force rings--ha, ha--with kinetic energy every time he swung his arms. He scanned the streets as they reached the intersection, and caught a glimpse of billowing brown robes...and he could almost hear the opening score playing over the scene.
"There! That's him!" Younger than he should have been, perhaps--at least in Harry's mind--but definitely dressing the part. "That's got to be him!"