Claire stopped and just looked at the man before her.  He seemed like an eager little boy, off to find adventure.  Holding out a hand to him, the gesture was almost gentle.<br/><br/>"C'mon..." she said encouragingly.  "I think we need to sit down and just...talk.  You and me...figure out what we're gonna do."<br/><br/>Maybe then she could think, try to explain why she wanted things to be normal...  Why she ran away... Why she insisted on helping him.  Maybe he was the closest thing she had to a normal life, and that's why she wanted to help him...  It would be a question she'd have to think about.