We leave together right as the night falls. I’ve managed to get some sleep, but I don’t know about my new friend.

When I passed out, Jasper was still awake. I assumed I would wake up first tonight as a result, however, he was still watching guard over the room when I opened my eyes again.

“Let’s stick together until the job is done,” he tells me, as we walk through the streets of Paris, side by side. He tilts his head to get a better look at me. “That good with you?”

Honestly—although I don’t like that we have to do this for the sake of our safety—it’s more than okay with me. I was getting very lonely. “Yeah, it’s fine,” I whisper. “Sorry for the inconvenience.”

“It’s not your fault, Weaver.” Jasper gives my shoulder a curt pat and smirks. “By the way, thanks for saving my life.” A laugh escapes his lips. “In hindsight, maybe I should’ve said that earlier.” He winks. “Hope you don’t hate me now.”

“No.” I huff. “I don’t. But—” I cross my arms. “I’m really starting to despise the Comet that destroyed our efforts,” I say, as I look around at the damage that has been done. It’s frustrating, to see all our hard work go to waste.

Not to mention… this situation makes me hate my guts, too. Part of me is relieved we may take a tad longer to return Paris to its initial state, since that means I will get to spend more time, together with him.

“I agree, it’s a pain,” Jasper whistles, as he rests both his hands behind his head, then looks up to a sky cloaked in stars. “I guess that’s just how it is, though. We’ll just have to fix it tonight.”

We both fall silent for a while.

But eventually, I get curious, and I can’t help but ask. “Has this ever happened before?” Granted, he may not know, however I get a feeling Jasper has a lot more experience than me, when it comes to inhabiting the Universe’s fabric. “A Comet running rampant like this, so late into the night, I mean.”

“Hmm…” He hums, with a finger pressed to his chin. “Good question,” Jasper says, before he stops walking all entirely, coming to a halt right beside me. “To be honest—only once. And it’s been a while. And by a while: I mean a couple hundred years.”

He scrunches his eyebrows together as if deeply lost in thought. “It’s sucks,” he mutters. “We weren’t lucky at all. I don’t know why this one’s so agitated, but one thing’s certain, it hasn’t obeyed our Universal Laws. I wouldn’t be so surprised if the Gods retaliated, somehow. They must be fuming right now.”

“How?” I ask him. We barely ever see the Gods. For all I know, they could be non-existent.

To my question, Jasper merely shrugs. “Beats me. But it doesn’t matter.” He glimpses at me once more. “We won’t be around to see it happen anyway. All I’m saying, is that”—he reaches out, to ruffle my hair; and I’m surprised that this even works here—“you don’t have to worry about this happening again.”

“Then why—” I pause, and bite my lip. “Why…” I lower my voice, because despite his words, I fear that if I am too loud, the Comet may come back, “do you think we should stick together, if the risks are that low?”

Jasper holds up a single finger in the air. “Doesn’t hurt to be too careful.” Then, he brings up two fingers. “Also, we don’t know how long it’ll take from them to punish it. Could be today. Could be years.” His hand falls back down to his side again. “I don’t want to take chances. Anyway,” he clears his throat, “come on!”

Jasper flies up, a little bit ahead of me. “Let’s get to work,” he calls out, whilst he waves at me from afar. “We’re on major clean-up duty today, Weaver.”