He waits not a second more. Hanging on tight to her and her to him, he starts to run.

His eyes are sharp for any threats, anything or anyone what might take them out last minute. If there was anyone trying to kill them, he's not actually sure he could stop them, so he hopes his bared teeth are enough.

He can feel her cool blood on his back, seeping on through the cloths and his clothes. He can imagine the stain of teal on grey in his mind, and more so, the open wound of hers. Please, he prays, don't let this be like last time.

"ALMOST THERE TEREZI," He says. "We're going to win!"