The traveler's blood was on my tongue and on my shirt, and my ears were ringing with the volume of the night. The roar of engines louder than should have been possible, the din of thoughts nearby. The Quarter was never particularly quiet, especially at this hour, but this was a commotion altogether different.

Tempering my panic and confusion, I looked down at the girl. Her clothes were different and her accent unfamiliar, much like the alley I found myself in.

"Where... where am I?"