As bad an idea it was to walk around in the dusk of the evening, Raylan and his restless legs were out anyway, unable to take the walls slowly closing in on him like a stalker closing in on unsuspecting prey. It creaked due to its age, more than likely, but Mathis had been chewing at the stone faced Marshal for too long for it to not have an effect on him.

The gap plagued him so he plagued it but he did not expect to see anyone out here with him. He debated for a long minute about if he should say anything at all to a possible hallucination, but on the chance the figure wasn't a figment of his imagination, he'd go with something netural.

"Marco?"