"It's too late," the voice rumbled through her mind. "Come home, Number..."<br/><br/>After letting her stand again, and still holding her hand, the orc was running. "Was that real!?" He fought to understand. "Can that happen? Or is this place just fucking with us?" Even running out of breath in the cold air, Kagan let out a laugh. "If this turns out to be nothing but bad dreams and spirit nonsense I'm going to be pretty upset!" It wasn't safe to stop, it wouldn't be for some time, but when Number's energy began to waver the orc actually picked her up and ran with her in his arms.<br/><br/>"So... New plan..." He went on, between ragged breaths. "When we get... Somewhere... You could use a bath." He laughed, only a combination of his childish humor and fear for his life keeping Kagan moving. "And anyway," he said as he fell, twisting so that his back hit the ground and #74 was unharmed, "I think you should go first to make sure the water's not filled with eels or something. Then I'll join you." His eyelids flickered closed for a moment. "I'll blindfold you first, don't worry. Don't wanna scar you with the sight of a real man." He laughed once more, curled up a little, said "but seriously, run" - and was asleep, out in the cold open of the woods. He had made incredible strides to get away, buying his love and her other half time. But he couldn't do this. Couldn't live this series of chases over and over without time to recover. He had to sleep. He was so tired... Nothing was going to wake him, not right now.<br/><br/>Far in the distance, inhuman calls and screeches echoed through the dark. Wherever the shades were, and whatever they truly were - they were still looking for the elf.