The crowd jostled him, as he made his way down the narrow alley. A burst of sunlight, and Tomas found himself in a tiny market square. He let himself be buffeted, carried by the crowd towards the dark opening that was his destination. He detached himself from the crowd and eased down the alley, empty and uninviting. A movement caught his eye, and he spun around, but the alley was empty, just himself and the brick walls. And yet. 30 years coming down here, and he’d never noticed that one smirking gargoyle brick. He stared, but it remained resolutely still.