Shrieky's passage across the city hadn't been an easy one. First he'd had to find someone who could read the address to him, then he'd asked people for directions, then, finally, after a considerable amount of searching, he'd found a street sign which read as similar to the address he had carefully scrawled out.

He's less careful than Alexia, and considerably less certain in his plan here, instead of hiding between two houses, he advances down the road slowly, counting off the house numbers as he goes. He doesn't see where she's hiding, slowing to a stop in plain view as he reaches the house he's looking for.

It looks... unremarkable. Not like the kind of place that would contain a whimpering imprisoned victim at all, and that makes him feel a little wrong footed by this whole thing.