Karr shrugged apologetically, putting away the watch that already seemed to have turned itself off.<br/><br/>â€œThatâ€™s Edison,â€ he grumbled, wishing he felt a bit more comfort at the thought that the other man finally knew what was going on, at least vaguely, â€œnever tells you more than you need to know.â€<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">And sometimes not even that.</span>His mind supplied helpfully.<br/><br/>â€œWe have to keep moving.â€  He turned his eyes in the direction of their destination, shading his eyes as a ray of reflected sunlight bounced down through the shifting fog, blinding after so long in the shadows.  â€œBut weâ€™ll have to be even more careful, now.  Odds are good that something was following her.  Itâ€™s too much to hope for that she lost them before making the bridge.â€<br/><br/>The idea that the guard might be here, on the bridge somewhere with them, sparked a deep dread in the pit of Karrâ€™s stomach.  Heâ€™d never happened across them here beforeâ€”on this flat, gray expanse with nowhere to run to but forward and back.  For all he knew they might just as easily pass each other in the mist as actually encounter one another, but the chances of trouble were high.<br/><br/>Karr set the example, and the odd pair began walking again.  He made a point of not turning to look over his shoulder at the still body behind them, but he could picture the mist closing around her like waters over a sailorâ€™s coffin. He repressed a shudder and firmly blocked that particular thought from his mind.<br/><br/>â€œWe need to be as quiet as possible,â€  Karr tried to sound encouraging even as he slipped his electric baton out of its makeshift holster to hold at the ready by his side, â€œand stick to the rails, alright?  Weâ€™ve come a good distance.  Weâ€™ll make the far side by nightfall, easy.â€