"I can practic'ly smell 't." [i]Without further ado, Helena was off, slipping off into the nearest alleyway and away from the street, since she didn't doubt for even a moment that the cops would arrive soon, likely accompanied by firefights and ambulances. She didn't quite run, but she didn't walk, either, instead jogging at a nice, brisk pace, her breathing slow, steady, and rhythmic as she moved away from the street, further and further.[/i]