Was it too late to step away? Too late to turn tail and gather herself up? Aslan grit her teeth together. The city was beating beneath her boots, the thud and thump felt like a rush, a push, a shush and she needed quiet.

Aslan tossed back mess of dark hair as she slid her backpack off and reached deep within. Magically extended, it took some time before she was able to fish out her Walkman and the tangle of gray headphones. Hastily, with fidgety fingers she untangled the headphones and dug them into her eardrums, her thumb brushed over the plastic and metal of the muggle device before settling on the red rectangle that would bring the music to life. She stared up again at the buiding, a testament to her friend's prevliage and luck and thought of her old home and all the circumstances she had weathered to get here and afford this trip...

She clicked the button. Morrisey flooded her ears and with his words her thoughts began to fade. She swayed, her head nodding along with the slow beat.

Aslan Evans wasn't going anywhere.