Freddie's on his usual route home after finishing up an evening at Styx. The night's are warm enough these days that he doesn't even need a jacket at one in the morning, just the shirt he'd shown up in. Today's is one of few he'd brought in with him when he'd arrived and he's got his bag and phone too, of course, ear buds stuck in and music turned up load as he makes his way back to his flat.

A flicker of movement out the corner of his eye catches his attention and, curious, he slows his pace a bit, watching as a bush set between two buildings on his right rustles a bit. A figure emerges a moment later, pauses to look into the front window before nonchalantly heading toward the sidewalk.

And it's only the man passes under a beam of streetlight that Freddie recognizes him.

He slows to a stop then, music still blaring loud in his ears as he watches Philip slowly cross the street. There's a car parked just off the kerb, maybe twenty meters from Freddie and, though he hasn't been spotted just yet, he knows it's only a matter of time.