Gabriel had become frighteningly familiar with the feel of some particular footpaths and building walls. The ones near where his caravan was camped, that is. Part of him had wanted to ask one of his brothers to move it for him, just for a change of scenery, and he'd only just managed to quash the request when he realised that meant he'd have to relearn the area all over again.

He wouldn't have been able to handle that. So he didn't ask.

But it did mean, paradoxically, that he wanted new streets to walk. To figure out. Somehow, the idea of them becoming too familiar in his darkness was scarier than tripping over trash cans every few feet. Even though he was doing even that slightly less, now.

You'd think that a blind man would hear someone else walking down the street, but Gabriel was concentrating so hard on not thinking anything at all that he didn't know Twitch was there until he rounded the corner and collided hard with the doctor.