The streets of London. So streety. So Londony.

::Dante bursts from the underground station entrance into the cool night and checks his pocket watch.::

"Damn it!"

::His voice raises and he tucks the watch away as he runs along the street, trying not to hit anybody he passes with his satchel which is tightly gripped in his right hand.::

(She's going to go mad.)

::He eventually makes it to his house.::

(Maybe I can catch them if I take the shortcuts.)

::Dante goes into the alley.::