Rose didn't wait for Zanr. She ran after Morgan when her limbs would move again. Outside, the cold and wind hit her in the face like a slap, but between her fear and the protection of the alien gadget, she barely felt it. She looked up and down the street, but couldn't see him.
"Idiot," she called herself under her breath. Instead of standing there like an idiot, she should've followed him immediately.
Zanr appeared next to her and took her arm in his. "I heard. I can track him."
They got on the hoverbike and he started slowly twisting and turning down streets. If she wasn't infected with who knows what, she would've loved the experience - the wind in her face and hair, so different from the stifling building she'd worked in for so many years. After being buried alive every few weeks for almost a year. At her own insistence.