That was not was Sirius had been expecting when he got the phone. A medical emergency maybe, but nothing so dire. He picked up his pace to keep up with Simon, handing the phone back. A part of him wanted to stop him, get him to calm down (the logical, rational part that Sirius normally didn't listen to), but he also understood the need for urgency.

"I wish I could tell you, since you don't seem like the type to have enemies. Where's your house?"