"Good..." he said, relieved. "You can go back to sleep."

He got up and left the room. The poor man had been beaten up real bad. He should probably report it. Elijah Crane. He instantly believed that was a good idea and wondered why he hadn't thought of it before. Surely, such a matter ought to be reported. Surely, a constable was needed. Surely, it wasn't looking for temptation if there was a pressing reason to go see the constable at this time of day.

Gabriel basically soared over to Elijah's home and knocked on the door.