Tension shot through her shoulders the longer he stared at her.  It was unnerving but not in the way that made her nervous he was going to harm her.  No, he was starting to look at her the way Reed used to, back in the early days at the Camp.<br/><br/>A pang of longing shot through her gut.<br/><br/>Hanz's deep voice pulled her back into focus as he began to explain his thoughts on what happened.  It seemed to make sense but she wasn't an expert on time travel and any of its related sciences.  Yet it all sounded so interesting that she couldn't help thinking that it was something she'd like to learn more about.  Just for curiosity's sake, of course.  Her eyes rose to meet his, narrowing slightly at the corners as he took her hand.  The way he held it and placed it on his chest, only her fingertips and the heel of her hand made contact with him but it was enough.  Underneath her hand, she could feel his heartbeat, steady and calm.  "You can't go back.  I won't let you," she stated matter-of-factly.  "Your machine is somewhere I'm not going back to."  Not only would she not accompany him on what she considered to be a fool's errand but she wouldn't allow him to go either.  If Nowak got his hands on Hanz...<br/><br/>The rumble of his stomach interrupted her train of thought and sent it veering down another course.  He was hungry.  She was hungry.  They had no money but needed to eat.  How on earth could they get their hands on food or the money to buy food?  The simplest thing to do would be to simply go to a restaurant, eat, then leave without paying but that could potentially bring with it another run-in with the rotund policeman, something that really should be avoided at all costs.  They could shoplift...but again, that could bring Doan running (if he could even run).  They needed to be far more clever.<br/><br/>Clara's hand slipped from under his as she turned to scan the park.  There was a playground nearby, full of laughing children and the calls of exasperated parents to 'be careful!'.  It wasn't the people that she was interested in, however.  It was the diaper bags left unattended on benches around the perimeter and hanging from expensive strollers.  There was bound to be an abandoned wallet with some cash in one of those bags.  It wasn't the stealing from bad people that Hanz suggested but it was the easiest and quickest way to fill their very empty bellies.<br/><br/>Her hand slipped into his, their palms pressed together as she tugged him forward.  "I have an idea but you have to trust me."