[Espy]

Dante approached his motorcycle -- having found it at all was a miracle in itself -- and started wondering why the area was unusually loud. It seemed as if people were arguing heatedly with the guards. Dante drifted back into the shadows to listen.

"-gates!"..."-have business-"..."Look, there are some people who-"..."-need to ensure that they are caught."

Dante's heart skipped a beat. With his "vision" down, and with everyone on the lookout, he would surely be tagged as a miscreant. He pulled the tattered rags from his face and blinked. He could only hope that the pale green eyes looked alive.

He sighed. To get out of this, he might have to find that psychic, no matter how much he despised her escort. He unchained the motorcycle and led it away from the gate.