Emmett had found himself taking a walk, like many others before him had, but for less gloomy reasons than so many people—isn't that so very uncharacteristic of him? How odd! Though he had been living in the city for a many years now, the whole 'getting used to it' thing never truly ends. That, coupled with the fact that he is in a relatively good and energetic mood today must have made Emmett seem either like a tourist or a madman, not that there's much difference between the two.

He walked slowly, savouring the ground beneath his feet as if it were made of gold and diamonds, and glanced around, watching everything with a more perceptive gaze than he let on. For a man like him who had always been so focused on detailed, a simple walk had rarely ever proven itself simple—he had always somehow managed to find something to pay attention to or someone to eavesdrop on or something to remember and then nothing is simple and everything is complicated. Which was exactly how Emmett liked it. As he walked, looking around, Emmett's glance fell on a stranger—not even in an 'oh I am so attracted to you please have sex with me' way, but rather in the more curious and analyzing way that he is more fond of.