Quill took a step closer. He waited. There was no visible response. He stepped between the figure and the stage, to see if blocking the view might get a reaction. It did. The figure in gray shifted slightly to one side. Quill moved again to get in the way. The figure shifted back again.
This dance continued for several cycles until the figure finally stood up. Despite being less than an arms length away, Quill could still not see the face behind the hood. He could not see anything but the thick outer shell of garment.
They stood across from one another. Quill felt himself getting cold. First his toes and fingers, then his hands and feet. He shivered and took a small shuffle back. In that moment, the gray figure turned and strode out the door. Quill immediately gave chase.
Outside, Percy immediately landed on his shoulder. “He went down that street there, to the right, the one with the drugstore.”
Quill whipped his head to the right, spotted the retreating shadowy form, and burst into a run.
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