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[walksthewalk]

By the time she'd stuck around long enough for Ford to start bugging her about getting a place of her own, she'd found a nice little apartment about ten minutes away, not quite in the city but close enough that driving there for work was no hassle. She still stopped by to bug Ford every now and then, under the pretense of visiting Francis, but for

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[killer_saver]

There weren't many who would come and knock on Ford's door, especially unannounced. Mainly it was the likes of Jehova's witnesses or salesmen that never learned. Half the time he wouldn't even bother answering the door. But now that Sarah had somehow managed to shoehorn herself into his life, it was her that usually came knocking. He had been starting to consider giving her a key, or at least tell her to just walk in.

Anyway, of course he opened, a little surprised that she'd come by without sending him a message in advance. And, oh for fuck's sake, what was it now? She had that look on her face. Something was up. Something big.

[walksthewalk]

She didn't know where to start. At least, at the very least, she wasn't going to go bursting into tears in front of Ford. She just wouldn't. But what in the world was she supposed to say? 'My nineteen-year-old son who I haven't seen in seventeen years is missing and the organization is looking for him'?

Actually, that sounded about right. But she didn't say that. Instead, she handed the packet of information over to him, and told him, "I've gotta go out of state for a bit. New York." Though that didn't explain why she looked so shaken up.

[killer_saver]

"Okay?" The packed suggested work, but the look on her face said something different. He gestured for her to come inside and set off to the kitchen to make some coffee for them.

While it was brewing, he decided to simply ask. "Business, personal, or both?" He looked at one of the photographs of the kid, but even with how sharp Ford was and that there were similarities to be found, he failed to make the connection.

[walksthewalk]

She leaned against the counter, her arms crossed over her stomach. "They're trainin' that boy to be a hunter, and he's gone missin'," she said, well aware that she was avoiding Ford's question. "Didn't tell his mentor where he was goin', they said. Just up and disappeared one day."

They had known. The damned organization had known where he was all that time and she'd been looking for him for so long, all the leads coming up empty, and they had known where he was.