Aiden whispered some advice to Carina before she wandered off to look for new clothes. â€œFind some gloves and put them on â€“ we donâ€™t want any fingerprints. Also donâ€™t move anything you donâ€™t need to, and tiptoe around. There could be people sleeping in apartments over us.â€ With that he gave her a wink and disappeared into the small section containing menâ€™s clothing.<br/><br/>When they met again he was wearing a new shoes, shirt, coat and trousers â€“ something modest and casual. It looked like a suit one might wear on vacation. He had other clothes in his newly acquired duffle bag, and was taking off his gloves as he approached. He was smiling as he pulled something out of his pocket.<br/><br/>â€œYou look great,â€ he commented on her new clothes. His eyes looked her up and down, slowly taking in his first impression of her outside a jumpsuit. â€œOh, and here are the bus passes,â€ he said, holding up tokens that he had found behind the counter. â€œI donâ€™t dare open the register, but these may not get noticed as missing right away. These should get us a few hundred miles at least. Which brings me to another subject.â€<br/><br/>He smiled as he mentally changed gears. â€œA young married couple would be less conspicuous than a young unmarried couple.â€ He opened his hand to reveal a cheap dime-store tin ring, but one that was meant to pass as silver. That is, as long as you didnâ€™t look too closely. As she was taking it in, Aiden dropped to one knee.<br/><br/>â€œCarina, will you pretend to marry me?â€ he said, his eyes wild with pleasure at the absurdity of the whole situation. Still, he could think of no one else he would rather pretend to be married to than her.