Nicko

Anyway, I, Nicko, must go now. I will see you, Cleo, later, maybe. If you, Cleo do not die. That, dying, would be bad.
[Nicko backs away into the darkness of the dead end alleyway. Cleo tries to listen for Nicko climbing a wall or opening a door to exit the alleyway but all Cleo hears is silence.]