Neil was two blocks ahead, very certain Calliope was hot on his tail. A brief part of him wondered why he was running. He knew this would happen [i]eventually[/i]. Maybe a part of him liked the chase, though he guessed a large part of him wanted to find her in a far more talkative mood. She looked ready to slice his head off without even sparing a word. No, no she was too curious for that. Besides, when did he ever try and run from a hot woman before? Even a murderous one. He skidded on his heels as he turned a corner, a few bums stumbling out of his way and throwing insults at him for interrupting their rat barbecue, three small, skinned rodents on a spit over a fire they had managed to make with trash and loose clothing. Neil didn't even stop to say sorry, practically leaping over a peasant that was crawling along the ground, chasing a rolling schilling he had dropped. Neil found the third block ended in a dead end, his heart skipping a beat. He couldn't come back to life again, he had come to terms with that. Had he only bought himself one week!? "Fuck," he groaned, his eyes sliding right and left as he gained a new idea. He sprang, pushing off the left wall to hit the right wall, pushing off that to the opposite wall, up and up until he grabbed a clothes line fully half a dozen meters off the ground. He thought to traverse it like a primate to make it to the roof, but the sudden weight caused it to snap. Quickly he spun the thread around his hands, between his four fingers and thumb to keep it locked onto his grip as it sent him hurtling back the way he came, over the alleyway intersection. He had the briefest glimpse of the hobos he had just ran through now cussing at the dark woman and blocking her path. Just as they passed out of his sight, he heard screams of indescribable terror and pain from them. The clothesline swung him up to the window of a large building, Neil leaping for his life and grabbing the arches and kicking the window in with his foot. It shattered the glass, Neil climbing in as quickly as he could allow without cutting himself. Inside was an office of some administrator for whatever business he found himself in, luckily closed due to the festivities. He sprinted out into the hallway, running down the hall and taking a left when he saw an opening. It was a balcony overlooking the main street, trumpets and cries of jubilation just beneath him. He made it to the balcony to look over, seeing at least a thirty foot drop to the cobblestones. "Nope, not here." He stated flatly and turned back, only to come fact to face with Calliope, standing before the tapestries that billowed in the wind. Her fashionable bun of dark hair only slightly disheveled. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on!" Neil yelled, holding his hands out as he put one foot on the balustrade of the balcony. He didn't know exactly where to jump, but it was probably better than whatever torture would be enacted if she wasn't to be reasoned with. "Hey, come on, just, wait. I can totally explain, and when I'm done you'll actually..." He was going to say 'laugh' but her look didn't seem very mirthful. Neil took a breath, just looking at her for a moment, trying not to smile at the predicament. "Are you not a little curious on how I'm alive? Come on, I know you are." He said confidently, hopefully. "I did die, you know. I swear it. The mark was done. The syndicate got what they wanted and I got what I wanted and you got your debt filled, right?... Calli?"