Six tugged Claire Fitzroy along, eyes sweeping the road as they walked. Ever since the escape, he didn't rest, and when he did, it was up and down. There was always something to be checked. He thought Claire could feel his apprehensiveness, but he couldn't help it. It was his duty to protect the girl, ever since Fitz sacrificed himself. Their only connection gone.

Claire tugged on his arm, "Six. Where are we going?"

Six glanced down at her, pausing. "An old friend."