His palm made contact with hers, and he stood up. He was tall and solemn-faced, like an undertaker. There were a few drops of blood on his white button-down. The lack of light meant no one could see.

He adjusted the long coat on his shoulders, ran his hand over his cowlicks. He wore no watch, but he knew the hour would soon grow early. That meant dawn. Which meant they should go.

"Let's walk."