Alabaster followed easily. Running in the clear air, in the clean rain, was almost more refreshing than the shower he'd taken at Saga's place. If there was one thing about this place that he would miss when he returned to Whitechapel, it would be the clear sky. The smog and ash were an integral part of the city and its Gods, he knew that, but having been without it, even for a short time, was rejuvenating. He would never in his long, long life forget the feeling of running in the rain.