The girl lay crumpled in a haphazard lump on the ground. Haji picked up Saya. His arm was still sore. He looked down at the sleeping face.

Saya, why did this happen?

He walked, Saya bouncing gently up and down in his arms as he took the long strides towards the Red Shield base. He handed her over to the man in the military uniform. George, his name was. David had entrusted Saya to this man, right before he passed.

"Haji, are you staying?"

Haji barely heard them. He looked back once more at Saya, and shook his head.

Until you wake again, my heart.

Haji walked into the woods, once more. Then he only had one destination in mind, Paris.