For a heart-stopping moment Gabriel thought Murphy was going to fall, and the Archangel automatically half-turned to try and prevent that eventuality. Then the man caught himself, moving more smoothly now--not dazed. At least, not as dazed.

Something about the look of stark terror on his face made Gabriel's stomach lurch unpleasantly, but he didn't dare stop. His little trick had worked--the man with which he'd fought wasn't following, didn't follow, as Gabriel pulled Murphy around the corner and into the next corridor.

[to here.]