Wandering dark alleys at night is practically a necessity, when you're always on the run, trying to escape discovery, and though that's not the case here, not anymore, Anders falls back on old habits as he explores the city. It's certainly not the nicest place the Ferryman has brought them, but - despite the smell - it does have its interesting facets. And there's plenty around to drink, which is a definite improvement.

Fortunately, he's more interested in sightseeing than imbibing, at the moment, and sober ears catch the sound of a familiar voice in distress. Police means next to nothing to him (though he certainly heard it more than a time or two, in Carcosa), but help is enough to get his feet moving, Ser Pounce-a-Lot jogging along in his wake as he rounds the next turn.

The sight at the end of the next alley over is enough to make him pale, Chloe covered in blood and clinging to - a corpse? Well, hopefully not just yet.

"Chloe!" He bolts toward her, dropping to a knee without concern for the layer of filth that seems to coat every surface of this city, his hands already glowing faintly as he searches for some lingering sign of life. "What happened here?"