You had never meant to run into an old friend in a country that is unfamiliar to both of you on such odd terms, but you had never meant to get covered in blood, either. Aching considerably, with sweat pooled in your garments, you trudged on until he was in your sights. It only took you a few limps forward until he locked eyes with you. You instantly detect his recognition of you in his eyes. This is London, it has been nearly ten years, you were such young adults when you last saw each other — and yet...

"My goodness," he murmurs, grabbing ahold of your shoulders. "What's happened to you?"