Natara Williams
She knew that was the last glimpse she would ever have if her partner. She remembered his face, forcing it to be embedded into her mind like a photo. She walked the long walk back to her long-term hotel. She slowly packed, as if the simple fact that she wasn't ready to re-fill her suitcase again could delay time. She couldn't stop the inevitability coming fact that after a while only the things she would need for the morning were left to pack. Looking out at the darkened sky, she curled up, cat-like, and went to sleep.
Mal Fallon
Mal figured Natara couldn't get far as she walked out the door, he was her ride after all. He waited for her return, having his normal day as he did so. Still, he couldn't help the countless glances at the door. Couldn't help wonder why Amy seemed quieter, where Natara had gone when she never returned. He couldn't help but worry as he left for the day, finding she had left an old keychain in his car, surely fallen from her laptop bag. It was a touristy one from D.C., Mal figured he would give it to her when he saw her in the morning.