Since returning from New Troy, Errol had largely kept to himself. He'd been unsettled by the situation, the environment, and... something else. Nothing he could put a name on, but a vague, disquieting uneasiness, as well as a physical drain.
And then there were the dreams.
Sitting at home was doing nothing for him but make him restless. He let himself out of his apartment and started walking, head down, hands shoved into his pockets, until he found himself in the park. He slowed down once he realized where he was. The park was calming, day or night. It seemed to Errol that time moved slower when he was there, that things took their time and breathed easier. There were several places in the City that were oases to him: the library, his favorite cafe, the bookstore... but there was a vitality here that he loved. He'd had a fondness for the wild desolation of the Nethers, and while this was more tamed and healthier than that wilderness (and without the occasional ruin of a building), he still appreciated it.
He nodded brusquely to the woman on the bench as he passed her, before his mind caught up to the rest of him and he did a double take, stopping altogether to look at her.