"Okay," Larabell began when she felt at a safe enough distance from Division to begin introductions. They were all three still in the car, and she had left the packed city roads for wide and winding country roads. "We can talk now."

"Hi Lara." Cassie said sweetly, head in her notepad, scratching at it with pencils.

"Cassie. Is this your boyfriend?"

Cassie and Nick spoke at once,

"That's disgusting,"

"It's not like that."

Lara laughed at them through her wing mirror. "Yeah, I thought you were too old for her too. What's your name, stranger?"

"I'm Nick. It's nice to meet you. So who was that back there?"

"Division."

"Who else?" Cassie chimed.

"You're a freak too?" Lara called over her shoulder.

"I'm a Mover."

"Mnemonic."

"A what?"

"Mnemonic." Cassie told him, "She can erase memories."

"I was going to erase yours, in fact."

"That won't be necessary." He insisted.

"It's okay, I make a habit of not altering my freak-cousins. Mind if I put the radio on?"

"Not at all." Nick called. She pressed a few buttons, turned a few dials and tried to work through the in-built tablet. She overtook a car jerkily to avoid crashing into another and some rock music had her tapping her fingers on the wheel. She started adjusting her overall seating position. Nick leaned over to Cassie, "She can hotwire a car."

"You can fix street gambling."

"How do you know her?"

"My mom sent me to the same place she was being kept before she was taken by division."

"Foster care?"

"A safe house, she had been run over fleeing Division and was completely bed ridden when I arrived. I was confined inside, being a hot target for Division at the time and she was the only other person there. We spent a lot of time together. I still don't know much about her, though."

"Oh I love this song!" she turned up Fleetwood Mac, 'Big Love' and started singing along.

After their two hour drive away from Division, she pulled over at a field and took the tin box she'd stolen out of the car. Cassie and Nick got out and stretched their legs, watching as Lara scanned the ground for a big rock with curiosity. She crouched down and brought the box onto the ground hard. The rock landed on the lock, bending the tin in and unhinging the lock. With a strong pry from her hands it sprang open. A few coins got loose. She picked up the few around her and started pocketing the many notes from the tin, then the coins. She stood and as she approached Nick and Cassie, she counted the notes. She held out a small bundle to them,

"That's to get you wherever home is."

"We're not leaving, Lara." Cassie told her, flipping to a page of Lara's image in her book and holding it out for her to see. Lara took it.

"What does this mean?"

"It means we find you, we find my mom."

"She still in Division?"

Cassie nodded. Lara turned to Nick,

"And what's you're stake in all of this?"

"I go where Cassie goes."

"I see." She handed Cassie back the book, pocketed the cash she had offered. "Come on then, I have to go to a locker back in _ and get some stuff."

She started walking and Nick and Cassie followed.

An hour or so along that road and down one they hadn't taken driving, Lara spotted a car for sale in a driveway amidst a farming field of some kind. She brokered its release and when she had driven that close enough to a rail station, she parked it up and used the remaining cash to buy them all tickets back to _. She watched little growing Cassie and Nick, an unlikely duo, while he folded his arms and rested his eyes, and she scribbled, then hesitated, looked at nothing for a long time and started again, only to hesitate. Lara was about to comfort Cassie when Nick spoke, eyes still shut,

"Cass' just stop forcing it, there are too many players on the board for you to get a good enough read."

"It's all changing so fast." Cassie said, her eyes on Lara's chest.

"What's that look?" Lara asked, suspecting Cassie wasn't just lost in thought staring at her.

"What look?" Cassie asked, looking out the window. When the train went through a tunnel, Lara noticed Cassie was still staring at her chest just via her reflection. It had been a while, she needed to earn the girl's trust again, so she let Cassie stare, hoping it was a vision in which Lara wasn't doing her wrong somehow.

In the train station, at the lockers, Lara pulled out a large camping backpack, set it on the ground and pulled out a pair of brown boots which she hastily kicked off her back flats for, she pulled a dress out next, a red longleeve that hung to her knees and made her smile and say, "Glad I shaved my legs today." She pulled off the cream and grey tops she wore, exposing her thin black bra, ample cleavage that wasn't crushed, a little waist and crooked scars on her side and shoulder. Nick absorbed all of this quickly as he twisted away both to shield her from others with his torso and give her some privacy. As she pulled on the red dress and pulled off her jeans, she smirked at Cassie, "Is he always this shy?"

"No," she replied, "I had to train it into him."

"Respect." Lara nodded, offering her knuckled for Cassie to bump while she crammed her old clothes into a plastic bag. She lastly pulled out a black hooded zipper, wrapped it around her waist, shrugged into the bag straps and started walking. As she walked she stuffed the bag into a bin.

"Where are we going now?" Cassie asked, keeping pace.

"We need a car, we can't get a ticket in here or go to the busses because they'll be looking for me there,"

"You mean us." Nick corrected.

"Maybe. There's an entrance to the mall here, I can get us keys to a car in the multi-thing."

"Then what?" Cassie asked.

"Drive until I have a better idea. Listen, are you sure you two want to come? Actually, are you sure you guys want to go for your mom?"

"Yes." Cassie promised.

"Why?"

"It's kind of a long story."

"It's a long enough walk, this isn't a little mall or car park we're going to."

"Have you heard about Hong Kong?" Nick asked.

"It's an Asian place, right?" she replied, smirking.

"I'll take that as a no."

They entered the mall and Lara pulled a phone from her bag. She mumbled about not being sure of a number. Then about it ringing. Voicemail. "Thank god! I got it right! Hi babe, listen I uh, I have to go and I don't know if I'm coming back. Help yourself to my stuff, my past just caught right up with me. And, and move on. I can't say I'm ecstatic at the idea of someone else's… you know what, nevermind, I'm going to be strong and cut the… No wait shit, I want her keys… Delete message, yes." She assumed texting, "Are. You. At. Work. Love. Babe. Send. Carry on."

"Hong Kong," Nick continued, "that's where we were five months ago, that's how we met. Long story short we interrupted Division's retrieval of…"

"His on-again-off-again girlfriend." Cassie supplied.

"They gave her something. Something they've been trying to get one of us to take and not die for years."

"Big black syringe thingy?"

"Yes, how do you know that?" Cassie gushed, hoping that meant they really were closer to finding her mother.

"They gave me that same stuff." She said and turned straight into a lingerie store.