Outside; Late.

[hectorspellman]

In retrospect, giving Wyn the task of finding anything was a mistake. She couldn't find her way out of a wet paper bag, let alone a city that didn't make sense even on a good day. Now she was lost (presumably), he was lost (except not really, because Hector Spellman didn't get lost), and they were both somewhere in the middle of a strange city where conceivably everything would try to eat you.

"Bloody fantastic." Hector muttered to himself, searching the crowd for a flash of white-blonde hair.