The woman gasped at the sight of Abe’s light and turned to flee back down the corridor.

“Wait, please!” Abe cried. Every instinct inside him told him to go after her, but he knew the catacombs continued for miles under the city. Who knows how disoriented Ava would be when she came back, and if he wasn't there…

“Please!” he screamed into the blackness. “We need that watch back! We’ll pay you! Anything you want--please come back!” He waited and stared at the end of his weak light's glow, the line where it faded into shadow on the ground. He waited, and prayed that she wasn't gone forever.

The toes of her leather flats appeared first along the line. He looked up and stared at the shadows on her face as she straddled the line between light and dark, careful to keep a safe distance between her and this strange man.

“We?” she said, with a hint of a Parisian accent. “It looks like there is only one of you, Monsieur.”