The dark underbelly of New York City stinks. Granted it is  the sewers. I was really dark in the musky sewers, but Elijah managed. If it weren't for the power to affect noise in all ways possible, there would be a very high chance he would loose his targets and be trapped down there. Elijah continued to follow John and Amelia in hopes that they would find this "Haven" soon. It hardly mattered at this point. Even if Elijah gave up and decided to forget about this "Haven", He couldn't exactly turn around and walk home. He had terrible navigation skills. The only option now was to follow the two.

Elijah picked up some other noises, higher pitched than their footsteps. He recognized the sounds immediately, they were speaking; Speaking of GrayShire. Elijah started to find it hard to focus all of a sudden. Using his new found gift to heighten the sound of their voices and their footsteps while silencing his own seemed to be a bigger task than he'd imagined it to be. Elijah must have slipped up or something because he heard a single footstep came from beneath him. When Elijah heard his own footstep, he froze. Like a deer in head-lights. Elijah placed his other foot down as soft as he could, unfortunately for him there was a puddle under his foot. Although quieter than his first un-muffled step, it still wasn't silent. Elijah froze again, hoping they didn't hear him. He reacted quickly out of fear. He waved his hand over himself making the sound waves that came from his footsteps extremely quiet. He didn't make John and Amelia's footsteps louder again because he was afraid to slip up again. He started walking at a faster pace, trying to come within an earshot distance.