Districts be hanged; as far as Albert's concerned, he's staying with Jet and that's final. If anyone from his floor has something to say about it, they can take it up with him later. He has no loyalty to any of them.

The night air is chilly on his bare arms as he's lead towards the training center. He'd left in something of a hurry and not thought to change, the plain shirt and slacks serving as well as anything else. He jogs a bit to walk beside Jet instead of being dragged along behind.

It's almost surreal, practically sprinting through this glittering city to a purpose more suited to horny teenagers than old men, but it's finally got Albert thinking of something other than murder and suicide so he's not about to question it if he can help it.

"It should be just around the corner."