Danny is a very recent arrival in the Nexus. If he's walked past the alley before, it can't have been but so often, so he doesn't feel too bad for not noticing anything out of the ordinary about it before. Some day, he reflects as he peers at slush forming in the shallow pit of the tracks in the snow, he's going to write a travel book about alleys of the multiverse. London. Edinburgh. Bangkok. Manhattan. And now the Nexus!

He's quick to catch on, wandering to the door, looking it over briefly for warning signs, and then nudging it open bravely. Steps downward are actually a mild surprise. Somehow when he was told to try the Underground he didn't think that was meant literally.

It makes sense, though. A lot of sense. How many catacombs did his master walk him through, in how many different cities? Some business is best conducted in the earth, away from prying eyes.

Before he gets all the way to the bottom of the stairs he pauses and just stands still, listening to the voices, trying to quiet his breathing. The words don't carry, but the feel of subtle, dark commerce is easy to pick up. His fingers curl uncertainly as he calls up an illusion--nothing too elaborate, he doesn't want to draw anyone's eye--just enough to turn his ragged jacket into a black hooded shirt and shade his face a little.

There are Morganian corpses in every cemetery and catacomb on the planet, his master told him once. When time comes for the Rising, the very ground will quiver as our undead allies claw their way to us.

He's half looking for them when he steps across the threshold, and he almost trips right into the trench, but manages to escape disaster by flinging his weight forward, stumbling a few steps off-balance, and catching himself on a pillar.

Great way to make an entrance. Good job, they're sure to respect him now.