She looked to him, small and fearful.

'Maybe there is another way in?' she asked, pleading for him to tell her there was.

'Everywhere has an emergency exit,' he offered, smiling as best he could. This seemed to be enough to keep her going, as she climbed over the railing and headed round the side, while he followed as best he could. He was getting old. One day he was going to have to stop.

Not today, though, today he was going to get her into the warehouse and to Master Gordon, he was going to save Master John.

Assuming there was a way in, anyway—the only windows he could see were rather high up, and now standing at the far end of the building, the only other doors were here and they were unsurprisingly shut tight. So after circling the building once more they were back at the front.

'What do we do?' She turned to him and all he could think of was her when she was younger, asking him to help her hide something from her parents, turning to him to in search of an answer.

'Don't worry,' he soothed with faked confidence, stepping up to her. 'We'll get in. I promise.'

How, he didn't know, but he would get her into the building if it was the last thing he did.