Bonnie had gone out. She didn’t have any plans, or anywhere to go, but being miserable on the streets of London was slightly more appealing than being miserable inside Kersen’s house.

She caught Jack’s scent from a long way away, and she didn’t know who or what it belonged to, but she knew she wanted to find out. She followed it to where he was standing, approached and addressed him casually, as if she had just been walking past.

“Are you lost?"