It's Phillip. You almost faint at the sight of him. What the hell is he doing here? Looking around you realise you're back on the street, under the lamp post. "You runnin' out of time, hoss," he says. "Come, it have a short cut." Spent, bewildered, you follow him wearily. "You was actin' real strange, hoss. Only starin' at the lamp post like somebody jumbie yuh and like you is not a wanted man." Phillip laughs to himself. "I say you want them to find you! But I can't let a bredrine go down so nah." He's taking a route you've never been before. To escape detection, he says.