Sniffing around.

I was definitely on the scent.

Following an unmistakable smell through the underbrush, over a rock, into a cave and out again. It led me back towards the city. He'd gone back into the city.

I'd come close to finding him many times, but now I was-

- what on earth? I smell burning ... foliage, and ... and skin! Good lord, the odour was strong - overpowering. Something was happening just beyond the next concrete rise, down in the aqueduct. A noise like stoking a fire now, loud and clear, and someone coughing.

Then, out of the darkness a shape soaring out of the smoke, alight as if on fire, but not in pain, it was as if the fire itself was propelling him.

The figure blitzed into the dark night sky, whooshing right over my head, and vanishing into the murk.

Covering my face with my shroud, I stepped over the rise to see what damage he'd done.