"Don't say that. I'll always be there if you let me." Was Francis lonely? He'd be lying if he said otherwise, but he had settled into it a long time ago.

"Oh?" His head whipped around and joy was on his face. "Sure!" With a nod and a grin from ear to ear, a pale hand reached out and took his. It was cold but refreshing and his form took off.

He scampered down the street pulling the other in tow. "Don't worry, I won't let you down." While he ran, he did make sure the other kept pace. "I really need to as well. Let's make sure st. Hilda is never the same." He laughed as he moved, the warm rainy air filled his lungs. He was drunk and almost dizzying but he knew the way and they'd be there in almost no time.