Once Faolan was inside, the noise of the crowd fell away. The inside of the building was abandoned, just as it had appeared from the outside... and yet somehow, it was different. The wood paneling inside was rich and dark; there was a table there, shelves with odds and ends there. On one side of the room was a window, old but not covered with cracks or graffiti. What it looked out on was not a fire escape, but what looked like a cobblestone street.

"Bit of a sticky situation," said Heiji. It was safe to talk now, though maybe not entirely safe from Faolan's pursuers -- they might still follow their quarry throught he doorway, after all. "You with Hillingdon?"