Zander had his hands stuffed into the pockets of his black leather jacket as he walked across the empty parking lot of a local mall. His blue-green eyes darted every direction, watching for what he knew wasn't too far behind. It had been months since he left, yet it seemed his father never gave up sending the trackers after him. How many had already fallen at his hands? And he knew there would be more to come. Unfortunately it seemed they were getting quicker and smarter, which was starting to get a bit annoying to him.<br/><br/>The air was cool but he paid no attention to it, focusing instead on everything around him and any sense of the trackers. It had been five days since his last encounter, so it was only a matter of time before they showed their ugly faces once more. Maybe he would get lucky and they had finally given up. He almost chuckled to himself at the thought. His father was far from the type to easily give up. Though one might consider sending countless trackers after someone for nearly a year having tried enough and time to cut their loses. Not his father. Damn that man was stubborn.<br/><br/>His eyes caught sight of movement on his right, a young girl walking to her car. Though something about her did seem a bit, off. Zander couldn't quite put his finger on what it was, but it was definitely something. His path detoured just a bit, bringing him closer to her though not directly towards her. After all, a guy walking straight towards a young girl in a dark, empty parking lost would probably cause some panic.<br/><br/>He watched as she struggled to open the car door, her keys falling to the ground, followed by the contents of her purse shortly after as she attempted to pick them up. A tube of lipstick was trying to roll away and she reached for it, but his hand found it first. He was well aware that he would probably startle her, after all, one minute he was a few yards away and next he was beside her. "Looks like you could use some help," he said, flashing a smile at her.