[He's already on his way; the follow-up sends him into a sprint. It proves faster, if not hindered a touch by slippery walkways and made intimidating by strange noises and frightening shadows. But the sick feeling in his gut picks up him off the sidewalks when he falls, keeps him from distractions when they sound. He's fast about making it to the hotel, to the room where Ghoul showed him he was holed up, to be banging on the door loudly and trying the handle.] Ghoul? Fun Ghoul, it's me! It's me, I'm here!