Nine had been right; if they were meant to meet up with Six, they would. Call it fate, call it anything you wanted, but John was sitting outside the abandoned warehouse, mostly convinced that this was the address Six had left with Sam. The sound of the approaching car had John raising his head, just in time to see Six all but leaping out of the vehicle.
He'd accepted when they said good bye that he may never see her again. And there had been countless hours spent thinking of how he was going to explain what happened to Sam if they did meet up. But for one shining moment, that disappeared. His heart was beating wildly on and John was on his feet before he knew it, running in a dead sprint towards Six. He didn't care anymore. Didn't ask about the others, not immediately. No, his arms were wrapping around her in a tight hug, an embrace he didn't want to end.