For the first time in a long time, Lance walked down a crowded street, able to enjoy the scenery and bustle of people instead being ever so alert of creatures and sometimes people that would want to see him dead and buried 6 feet under their foot. He passed stores and was able to have the time to glance at what they displayed instead of hurrying along to get to a place where he could run if it was needed. But a part of him was always alert. That part was always looking for this one person or this one cathedral. Then suddenly that part of him went off like a fire alarm. He ran towards it. H…
