Not much would be heard from the alley for a few moments, aside from the occasional muttering and quiet gasp. Then, a light thump, and the sound of the man crying out. A louder, more painful-sounding thump, then some weak muttering.

The sound of scuffling shoes, back and forth, as if someone was deciding whether to stay or go. Seconds later, the man rushed out of the alleyway, sparing Chivy only a dirty glance while he melted into the crowd with a conflicted look on his face.

If Chivy were to glance inside the alley, he would see Sefton on his side, head leaning against the ground. His right shoe laid passively a few feet away, where he had been pinned up against the wall. Sefton, however, looked about ready to fall asleep where he lay.