Rutile isn't aiming for the Dreaming Bridge, but they're also not aiming for anywhere in particular, except perhaps out - of the city? The planes? Their mind? It's anyone's guess now.

They stay on the sidewalk, dodging under and leaping over passers-by and keeping just ahead of the sentries. It's much more difficult to run like this in such a crowded and enclosed space; every couple of seconds Rutile nearly loses their balance from having to quickly change direction. They're running on too little sleep and it's affecting their judgment - but it's also affecting their ability to care.

As Rutile reaches the alleyway they're met by a huge metal contraption. It's sleek, made partially of glass, and on wheels it's clearly faster than they are. They prepare to leap over it when a door opens, revealing the man from before inside. Rutile glances back at the sentries quickly approaching, weighing their options.

They climb inside the car.