As they connected the rock, Jane felt the spark of knowledge course through her. They could find the others. She stared into John's eyes, watching as he shared the same expression of hope, knowledge; joy. They could find the others and live, all of them could live. But then as the rock began to burn away into ash, she felt her sign; the sign of the sixth being burned into its side. But there was something else being burned into the rock as well as her sign; it was the sign of the fourth. She felt it, a connection as the rock sealed and disappeared, but what was it? She had never felt it before, it was strange, foreign. Then the rock disappeared, and the moment ended, while the feeling remained. "Great, well that was disappointing. I guess it isn't a tracking device." Sam said behind her before she shook her head. "No. It was. We can find the others." Jane said, feeling her voice become softer; more gentle that is before John said that Sam was joining them in their journey. "What? No way!" She protested but to no avail. "He's one of us. We have to help him find his father." John explained. She knew he felt a debt to Sam, that he owed him something for his and his father's help. She admired John and his chivalry, his honour for his word. "Fine, but if you slow us down, I'll shoot you myself." She turned back to her bike as Sam replied; "And I believe you."

She sat still on her bike as she prepared to drive off with John and Sam. She sighed heavily, getting that feeling again as John kissed Sarah goodbye. Even if she'd had the feeling for less than ten minutes, she was starting to become accustomed to it. It was growing steadily; it was forming something strong, something that at this moment made her heart burn and her eyes water as she watched him kiss her with passion, something she had never understood unless it was in the death of the Mogadorians. She revved her engine in ignorance as John backed away and picked up Bernie Cozar to carry him to the truck as they drove away.

Somewhere along the long and dusty trail, Six's skin began to burn. Screeching her bike to a halt and gritting her teeth against the pain, she hopped off the motorcycle, ignoring John and Sam behind her. Pulling up her pants leg she gasped. Etched into her skin in its own circle on her along her shin was a new sign. Not one she recognised, but one that she easily identified. Lorien Ten. What the fuck was that supposed to mean? "Six what is it?" John asked, his voice sounding so much closer than he was. It was like glass, she decided. It was smooth and beautiful, reflecting him, but it could be jagged, harsh when he was. "Just…there's a—" A hiss of pain interrupted her, followed by Sam's shouts of 'what the fuck?' and 'Oh my God, what's happening?' Glancing back at John and seeing a mark on his arm as well she grimaced. She quickly yanked down her pants leg and stood up, stalking towards the boys. "Let me see," she instructed, pulling at his arm until she finally moved the fabric of his shirt enough to see the whole thing. It was the same. The exact, complete same, identical to hers. It was the same size, the same shape, the same severe burn. It was like someone had made a mould with a cattle brand before pressing it into their skin. "Well," Sam snapped. He was getting tired of the silence apparently. "What the fuck is it?" John was studying it as well, running his fingers along the edge of the circle with Six's. To anyone else it would look like a game of cat and mouse, seeing which would give first. The only thing was that they didn't know what they were giving in to. Was it some undecided future evil, or was it each other and the possibility of forever? One of them was certain, knowing that there would be either a future evil or their forever. But which scared them more, was completely unknown.