More of them. It had to be; no one who had seen what was going on outside would be making that kind of racket. Craning his neck, Father Isaac peered through the dirt streaked window to see if he could make out where the broken glass had fallen. He feared that anyone making this much noise, if they weren't sick, might be in serious distress. 

Still holding his dislocated arm pinned to his side, Keller stooped to pick up the chain before cracking the door open just a slit to get a better look. Glass was strewn about the alley from several windows, making it near impossible to tell where the latest shards mingled with their comrades. Looking up, Isaac's fingers tightened around the chain at his hip. The clouded sky cast a cool, dull light over the brick and iron of the narrow alley. Still, was that something? 

[color=fff200]He'd need to step out the door to get a better view of whatever made the noise.[/color] Bracing himself, Isaac took the first step out door and into the alley proper.