The night was unexpectedly quiet.
When there was wind, the row of spherical street lights that hovered overhead would sway about and cast a lambent light on the ground. The aircraft that were massive as whales were floating high above the clouds, and only through the occasional moonlight could they make out their huge silhouettes amongst the dark sky.
"There is one thing you've misunderstood."
Septimus strode into an alley on his left, his robe flapping like a butterfly's wings in the air. "I'm not here to offer you help, nor I have the obligation to answer each of your questions. I don't know where Luther is right now, and even if I know, I won't tell you. After all, the last thing they wanted was to expose Luther's whereabouts. Thus, for the sake of my own safety, I'm sorry."
"Why did you come for me, then?"
"Because I'm the one who needs help."
'Septimus is in trouble?'
