A couple nights after the Nosferatu clan meeting at the Museum of Aquatic Nuisances, Dr. Lazarus decides to spend a few hours examining the city. It had been at least a decade since he left the confines of Amber Hill Asylum, and the doctor felt the urge to see how the city had changed. He walked down the street, his black shoes clicking on the cement with every step he took and his wrinkled lab coat slightly shifting from the speed at which he walked. He avoided the streetlights, he didn't want to make himself too apparent as he made his observations.