<span style="font-family:Handlee">Her sense of freedom was short lived as she felt someone scoop her into their arms. At first, she thought it was one of the demonic creatures she'd spotted, but when she jerked her head towards the person-- could he be called a person?-- she noticed it was the original stranger. He instructed her to hold on tight with a grin, one similar to the smile he'd offered her as he helped her pick up the contents of her purse. Oh how things had changed in a very small increment of time. Her first instinct, of course, was to scream and demand that he put her down. But as he took a very inhuman leap that landed them on top of the mall, she shrieked and acquiesced to his not so harsh demand. Burying her face in his chest and wrapping her arms around him, she didn't look up until he spoke again.<br/>
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"There's a g-garage." Faye told him,  picturing it in her mind as she spoke. "It's on, uh..." She racked her brain for the name of the street, wondering if he'd even know it if she said it. She had so many questions, but first, they had to hide and get away from those other creatures. Lifting her head some, she looked around as he ran, though the scenery was going by so fast that it almost made her queasy. Hiding her face again, she thought about the parking garage again and lifted her head, though her eyes were closed. "It's on the c-corner of Mark street and Bakersfield. It's crumbling, but it could work, I think."</span>