Noah raises the pipe to hit it again when it raises the knife, but it's too fast and it lunges swiftly at its own wrist. He stares in mute shock. He's never seen one of them attack itself. Both of its wrists are trailing blood, now, and when he realizes what it must mean, the girl has already grabbed his hand to get them running again.

"This way," he says, once he gets his feet back under him and collected himself to remember where they're going, what they're doing. He nearly trips over a skeleton laying scattered across the sidewalk at one point. He knows it's his, but he doesn't stop. There's no time to think about it now, not her ghosts or his, they can't afford to. He takes them down another few blocks, to his apartment building.

"Around the back." The sentinels still stand watch at the door, blocking it from anyone wanting to enter. He leads the girl, hand still held tight, to the back of High Gate and to his and Cremisius' bedroom window. He only lets go of her to slide the window open, and ushers her inside. "Hurry."