It was like missing a part of him.

When Henri had died, when Henri had been murdered saving him, it had felt like he, himself had died a little bit as well.

Henri had always been there with him. Helping him, protecting him, saving him.

Now that he was gone, it felt ... different. Wrong.

Now it was just him, Sam and Six.

Compared to her, he felt weak.

She had all these powers , and she could use them, properly, and efficiently. Whereas he, he only had the light and slight telekinesis. Henri was helping him to hone them. Henri had helped him throughout his life. And now all he had of Henri was the chest, and his ashes.

The ashes were set on the dashboard. Wedged there they wouldn't fall. So now Henri wouldn't fall. Not again, not while he, John, Number Four, was watching him.