No, keep walking.

Dago shook his head. He must be imagining things. He walked past the alleyway, out of earshot of the voice. He turned the corner and ran right into a woman with a black bob and heavy make up. She forcibly shoved him aside with a violin case causing Dago to stumble back several feet.

“Outta my way, punk!” she said in a whiney voice.

As she dashed off, he realized that she was wearing some really old-timey flapper costume. Dago steadied himself on the wall as he stared after the strangely dressed woman. He frowned, but didn’t think much else of her.

He continued walking until he saw a large crowd of people gathered around. He didn’t think much of them until he started walking past them and saw a man in a black suit, bleeding from several places. Someone was calling for an ambulance, but Dago knew that the man didn’t have much more time if someone didn’t intervene. He looked a bit strange, he was pale with white hair, it was likely he was anemic, too. Dago was trained as an emergency room doctor, he could help.