"The goat man's right," Matias muttered, attempting to clean off the excess blood on his fingers with some spare gauze. "That bandage I put's only a temporary solution, and I don't know how long it's gonna take for Iris to get here."

He peered over at Dante's watch; between the phone call and now, they had been at it for a good ten minutes. Midnight was still alive, sure, but Matias dreaded what could potentially happen in the next ten.

"I'll tell them," he said, "Keep an eye on her."

If there were objections, he didn't get to hear them because he was already out the door. Running made the way to the front seat much shorter, although he was quickly out of breath. He practically collapsed at the counter, panting like a madman.

"If you see some silver haired chick," he wheezed, "let her in. Just let her in. God dammit..."

He slid onto the floor like slime.