Justin sat there wearily, catching his breath. He refused to look at the woman named Bunny, or anyone else for that matter. Instead he averted his gaze to the window and waited. It was all Time's work now.<br/><br/>Time was a peculiar creature, with direct connections to Destiny. The two were thought to be intertwined, to concoct and mold the future as it was to be. And so the two vigorously planned, with an arduous mindset, to conjure the path for the Innocents.<br/><br/>Though what even both Time and Destiny quite perhaps did not know was that maybe the most dangerous of foes these Innocents were to meet was closer than they could imagine. And so began their journey to survival. Survival, and escape. One of which an individual in the vehicle would not experience. Or perhaps multiple, for that matter. It was all Time's work now.