Allen stumbled as he was yanked about. He was leaning heavily on Ravi, but it was all he could do to stay standing. His head was swimming with the pain and the vivid memories of tattoos and his own guilt. "Go," he begged, on the verge of tears, "we have to go!"

Whether he could run or not depended entirely upon Ravi. He'd do what he could to match the other exorcist's speed, but without Ravi to anchor him, he wasn't even sure he could stay standing.