Kendra made a quick decision.  What he said did not make sense.  How could he know?  Still, she believed in a lot more than she had, before being turned.  She would trust him for now.  She took his hand and allowed herself to be lead from the dinner.   As she left, she put five dollars on the table to cover the bill.  The waitress snorted at her, but did not try to stop her, despite the twenty five cent tip.<br/><br/>His hand was warm and she felt a spark go between them.  Despite this she held on, not wanting to be separated.    She expected to be led to a car, but instead found herself being lead across town on foot.  Again she hoped that he could really protect her.  She did not trust in charms, but in alarms and firearms.  Her father's family had been superstitious, following native traditions, but she had always been level headed, believing in science and what she could hear and see.  Still, the world had been altered and she was willing to take a chance if it might mean safety.<br/><br/>The small town that flashed past them was full of tiny businesses, many out of business and small house which had seen better days.  It was just another dying little town.  She wondered if he lived in a real house, or a trailer.  She shivered against the cold air, so uncharacteristic of summer.