Simon had lagged behind before; he'd had a few more reports to fill out, explain what happened. By the time he'd gotten back to the "work room", Hannibal was gone, but the place looked like it had been ransacked. The empty syringes, the bloody - literally - monkey...this was a perfect situation for "I Told You So." Too bad no one was around.
He should have stayed in the Hospital, but he couldn't. He had to find out what happened. Where had the idiot gone; idiot could have been his so-called colleague or the person who thought it'd be a good idea to inject unlabeled chemicals into him/herself. He took time to find the nurse who had been standing guard; she knew nothing. He even tried to find surveillance waves/vids, but nothing came of it.
Surely, the City didn't want total devastation. Simon could have beat himself stupid for that thought. He knew he was being even denser as he ran out into and down the street. The City felt different, and he wasn't sure where he was going. This was bad, very bad, and losing his head was even worse.
He came to a stop in what seemed to be a deserted area. It wasn't until he felt his foot tap and his hip twitch in a strange yet rhythmic fashion that he knew he was in trouble.