Deciding not to look, not to take the chance, Marks kept going.
The Traveler is good at hiding in plain sight. One of his many talents.

With Sarah gone, and John out for blood, it was time to leave.
Images came to his mind.
Flashes.

He remembered her face, so beautiful. The cold, unforgiving grip of the pistol.
The question is why? Why did he do it?
He thought about this day and night. Had no answer.

His phone rang.

“Hello?” he asked fearfully.

“Why didn’t you jump?”

“Why didn’t you kill me?”

“Not my job”

“You’re killing everyone else”

“Find what you’re looking for?”

“Where is she, I want Sarah”

“Sarah’s gone, but I didn’t do anything”

“Sarah disappeared, around the same time I took the job, don’t tell me you have nothing to do with it”

“Believe what you want”

He hung up.
Started running. Didn’t know where he was going.

How long does it take to ruin a man’s life?
If anyone ever asked Marks, it’s about 3 weeks.

Marks wasn’t thinking. He didn’t know.

Travelers come in pairs.