He had been positive that there was someone there, but when all he received for an answer was an uneasy silence that certainty faded a little. Rorschach was well hidden in the deep shadows cast by the nearest buildings, further amplified to Isaak as he tried to see past the surprisingly bright yellowed light of the street lamp above him.
The medic sighed after a minute, not put at ease by the lack of an answer. If anything, it made him more anxious than receiving one.Â
With little else left to him now that he was mostly convinced that he was alone again, he turned and continued on his way.Â
One, two, three, four, five. Second after second, foot step after footstep he counted to himself tapping the fabric of his pants as he did so. Twenty, move.Â
This time he made an effort to be more careful, keeping an even larger distance between them as he walked. His joint beginning to hurt from trying to remain as silent as possible. Just when he thought he could continue, he was caught, a rock skipping across the ground, hitting a dumpster near by had blown his cover.
