She was there.  She'd been there the whole time.  Her eyes narrowed, looking him over.  He was in good shape.  The best yet, that she'd seen.  Busy, busy, busy.  Always busy.<br/><br/>She tilted her head, locks of black hair falling over her shoulders.  His attempts to be funny weren't funny at all.  She was behind him, watching, waiting.  She wondered how long it would take him to realize where he was.  There was no one around.  He could walk for what would seem like days or even years, and never find anyone.  This was the in-between.  The land of no land.  Of no time.  But she stayed slient, never making a noise.