He checked his watch, for what felt like the umpteenth time, before casting his eyes around the bus station for a familiar head of chocolate brown hair and dark eyes. He sighed, thinking about the events that had brought him here, to this Chicago bus station.

“Probably should have taken you somewhere else,” Sirius sighed running his hand through his hair. “It used to be big and bright, crowded with hundreds of people but… well times change, people disappear and things become less safe. A lot of the shops still run but most of them closed.”

Freedom was just another word for nothing left to lose
Nothing, that's all that Bobby left me, yeah
But if feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
You know, feeling good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee – Janis Joplin 

It all seemed so ridiculously childish now. Running away in the dead of night to fight the bad guy. But as childish as it seemed the couldn’t help the feeling in the pit of her stomach, a burning feeling that something was coming, whether good or bad she couldn’t tell, just that itching sensation that there was something looming on the horizon.

“What are you doing here?” he demanded.

… The only thing you can’t answer is where you’re from; who sent you and what it is you are after…

"Oh it’s just such a pretty boat,” she grimaced sarcastically. “I just had to come have a looksee.”