Hesitantly, Asher finally exits the train once everyone else on the carriage has already gone. It's definitely not New York, that much he can tell as soon as he hits the platform. Not that suddenly finding himself back home would have made any more sense of this mess, but at least he'd have an easier time of getting his bearings.

He manages to cut a path through the sea of bodies, oblivious to the indignant looks and annoyed comments he receives as he shoulders his way through. Something that'll give away his location is what he's in search of, and being reduced to asking one of the walking blood bags isn't an option.