Beth couldn't stop staring. This crazy creature had been halved in two, and suddenly she realized Jadis' group had fled quickly after detonating several smoke bombs surrounding them. Beth didn't know if she should be relieved or even more frightened of who or what so quickly put Winslow down and scared off the odd group that had taken her. She wrapped her arms around herself as she looked around, attempting to get a visual of who or what was close. Clearing her throat she quietly asked, "Hello? Who's there?" Her little voice cracked in fear of from where the answer was to come. She then heard the crunching of leaves as someone or something approached her, still veiled by a thick, white fog. "Are you bit?" A manly voice with a strong southern accent made her jump a little in surprise. She couldn't form a word, and as she tried the man stepped into view. He was carrying a large backpack and a long, wooden stick- a nice polished one at that. No gun, no pointed weapon besides the small hunting knife strapped to his hip belt. "Oh, um, I'm Beth.. Um, are you going to hurt me now?" She was visibly shaking and he took quick notice as he sat his bag down and unarmed himself from his odd choice of weapons. "No my dear. I saw you in need and I helped. My name is Morgan. Are you alone?" He extended his hand and gently shook hers. Beth let out tears of relief and a deep exhale of breath. She smiled at the generous man who had saved her life. She wondered just how many miracles she had left after all she had endured. "Thank you,Morgan, so much. I have no one else. I mean, I have a group but i lost them a while ago. Before last night I was at Grady hospital, recovering from a gunshot to the head. A doctor there saved me and let me go. That's my only injury, no bites," she noticed him looking up at the sky with a relieved look. "All life is precious, and we have a lot in common. We are both miracles, cats with 9 lives, in a sense." She was immediately comforted by his words and genuine care. "Come on, you look like you need food and rest. Its just me, and I have a mission to complete, so if it pleases you my dear you are welcome to accompany me." He extended his hand to help her over the barricade made of logs at the entrance to Winslows lair. "I'm in! Thank you so much again, Morgan. Our combined "cat lives" should compliment each other well." They both smiled as he led her away from that horrid den of death. She immediately felt a warm comfort and thought to herself how she had been given yet another chance to find her winged archer, and at that point, the fire he had lit deep inside her soul began to grow from a flicker to a flame.