There was no way he'd ignore it, not when he'd been alone for so long, looking for the next new thing. Whether it ended in violence was up to fate, really. Up to the virus in the back of his brain, nurturing the need for blood, the need to slash throats and bash heads. It was quieter when he moved away from Tomorrowland, but it was ever present.

Eventually he stopped, eyes locked on the sky again, as if waiting for something to happen. After a moment of pause he turned his head over his shoulder. Whether he could see the woman in the distance remained unclear.