John felt a small wave of relief; the thought of leaving Bernie in the truck had worried him, given the injuries. Giving him a gentle patch, he watched as the Bernie walked gingerly across the seat to Six. "We'll see Lorien again, I know we will. I'm going to get Henri back there...no matter how long it takes." That was a promise John had made and one he would never break.
Going through his bag in the bed of the truck brought back a rush of emotions. Sarah had packed the bag...Sarah. His heart already ached just at the thought of her. Swallowing those feelings, John swept his hair back before pulling on the Red Sox cap, moving around the truck and over to Six. "I didn't realize how hungry I was until we pulled up."