He's finally starting to get out of his apartment for reasons other than work, although it has been a slow process. Even though he hasn't got any particular goal in mind right now, and is just out wandering, he's still fairly absorbed in his own thoughts and barely registering anything coming at him from the outside. Though a familiar voice is enough to get through to him.

He's a bit different in appearance from the way Neal remembers him, now that he's found a more practical jacket than the one he used to wear, and has toned down the leather. Slightly. Oh, and he has both hands now, too.

"You're in a place called the City of Sin. That's about all the information anyone has about it, too. We don't even know for sure how we got here or who brought us."