True to his word, Karr planted a wooden crate by the windows, wrapped himself in his heavy coat, and settled down to keep guard for the night.  It wasnâ€™t a precaution he normally tookâ€”even when he felt threatened, he simply changed his habits to sleeping during the day and moving at nightâ€”but he felt responsible for Edisonâ€™s niece and suddenly more than a little attached to her.  Despite his words about the dangers of companionship, the truth was that he trudged daily through an extremely lonely existence, punctuated only by the rare visits from Edison.  Heâ€™d always enjoyed the older manâ€™s company, but he was so rarely around.  And any help he could offer himâ€”whether in the form of sneaking messages across the city or even just holding a light while the other man workedâ€”seemed to represent a step towards the cityâ€™s recovery, if only a small one.<br/><br/>The truth was that Karr hated these in-between placesâ€”waiting for Edison to come through, to need Karrâ€™s help, to feed him some small scrap of information about what he was doing or planningâ€¦  It seemed that he was always waiting, always moving.  Even now, with the strange appearance of Lillith in his previously eventless world, he was forced to drag her into his patterns of running and hiding and trying to find a way to fall between the cracks just to stay alive.<br/><br/>The deep brand scars on his wrist burned madly, seemingly in sync with his thoughts, and he tore off his fingerless leather glove to rub at them.  There was no way he was going to let Lillith fall into the guardsâ€™ hands.  Of that he was certain.<br/><br/>Going to look for the others was a long shot: he wasnâ€™t even sure that they were still in the area where theyâ€™d been staying last, but if anyone could help them it was the ragtag group Edison had brought together.  Cory and Leigh and D-44, and possibly a few of the other scientists whoâ€™d survived the warâ€”theyâ€™d be able to help if anyone could.<br/><br/>Karr cast worried green eyes towards Lillithâ€”she slept soundly even propped up uncomfortably against the wall, stubbornly refusing to take his bedrollâ€”and gnawed his lip.  The journey across the bridge would be rough on her, and he had no way to ease it.  It had to be done in a day, before sunset, and the cold would be unlike anything she was used to.  Perhaps they could afford a stop at the Coral Ringâ€”at least to find her some decent shoes or a coat.  The idea rallied him somewhat, and he adjusted his grip on the crudely-patched electricity baton that rested on his knees, his only line of defense against the cyborgs.  When Edison did return, he wanted to be able to look him in the eye and swear heâ€™d done all he could to protect Lillith.  He hoped it would be enough.<br/><br/>Hunching into his coat and leaning towards the glass, he waited for sunrise.