Graham's bad a busy week, most of which was spent in jail and being a complete thorn in the side of all the police officers within earshot of him. Bailed after a few days by his employers (who've taken a month's pay in retaliation), he was on the loose again and looking for something to do. Might as well pick up the motorcycle from the Observatory, he figures, even if it's too cold to be riding. He was Chicago born and raised, and a little cold never bothered him.

Finding Zelda there wasn't surprising, but he was no less glad to see her. What was surprising, though, was her deadened expression. He stood against a nearby wall for a few moments, watching her work, arms folded and expression puzzled. Not that he can stay quiet for long.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you weren't yourself. But I actually don't know better in this case, so that was just a guess. Probably a good one, if I do say so myself."