Slipping through the shadows of the night, they moved across broken rooftops to dark alleys and silent streets under curfew. They would make their way out of the city before moving east towards safer lands. 

    She could feel his emotions; the good and the bad. Even though he tried to shield from her any emotion of unease, they flowed through Rain's body like water. His soul was old and lifetimes of thoughts ran through his mind. Knowing when something bothered him, Rain would give small actions of comfort. They didn't need words to communicate. A cast of a glance and the physical touch of his hand in hers spoke more than any word.

    Coming to a stop at the bank of the Vistula River—the river that ran its path through Warsaw, Rain stood next to her Master. Waiting for his move, she remained silent. There was a bridge not far away that once crossed would bring them closer to freedom. Looking to her Master as she drew closer to him, she waited for his signal. He was always cautious in every action he took. Lifting his nose, he smelled the night air. In mid breath, his body went still. Rain knew that he had caught an unwanted scent as his eyes, usually calm and calculating, widened in alarm.