Handling Desmond as carefully as possible, Eric and Jack carry him to the car. Desmond cries out a few times as they hoist him inside, Rene cringing with each moan. Notes in hand, Rene in the passenger seat, Eric drives away with the injured man in his back seat.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Jack</strong><br/><br/>"Well, it's just us now," Rachel said, standing in the middle of the road with Jack and Stephanie. Scrap barked a few times at the retreating car, but remained in Rachel's arms.<br/><br/>As the sound of the car dwindled away, the forest grew very quiet. It was so quiet, in fact, that it was creepy, like you're standing on a sound stage. There are no birds chirping, no crunching sounds in the underbrush. The only sound is a light blowing of the wind.<br/><br/>"I don't like this," Stephanie said, wrapping her arms about her tightly as though she were cold.<br/><br/>It was about 11 am in the morning and the sun was shining in an otherwise beautiful day.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Eric</strong><br/><br/>Rene sat tensely in the passenger seat, twisted around watching Desmond as Eric drove. Eric had started becoming accustomed to the lack of people and didn't even look much anymore for pedestrians or people in their yards; there just weren't any.<br/><br/>"We're on our honeymoon," Rene said suddenly, still looking at Desmond. "He didn't want to come here, but it was my idea." She looked at him wistfully, her eyes red from crying.<br/><br/>Eric had passed the Biscay Medical Clinic at some point in his stay and thought he would remember where to find it. He drove through the forest, passed the outskirts of Old Town, heading toward the business district. Soon he found himself among more modern buildings, some quite flashy. Eric had to turn down a number of streets, fishing for the clinic.<br/><br/>As he drove down one Boulevard he was met with a strange sight. An apartment building had a large chunk taken out of its side, as though an explosion had occurred. Some debris was scattered on the street, but as Eric drew closer, slowing down, he didn't see any scorch marks or flames. Instead, the building looked strangely warped around the point of damage, as though the place had been made of plastic and melted partially.<br/><br/>