"The worst thing one can do is not to try, to be aware of what one wants and not give in to it, to spend years in silent hurt wondering if something could have materialized - and never knowing"

--David Viscott

"I'll see you soon."

"Yeah," Jack told his sister, kissing her cheek as she approached security. "Try not to die."

She laughed, and Jack backed away as the smile dropped off his face. Mimi wasn't his favorite person at the moment, but her leaving meant he had no one to talk to.

Jack slouched away, thinking so hard he didn't see the man until they walked into each other.

"Sorry, I—Dad!" Jack said, looking up in surprise. "What—where are you going?"

"Paris." Charles said shortly. "Leviathan." he murmured, in answer to his son's questioning look, so quiet no human could possibly hear.

Jack's eyes widened. His father was no doubt walking into a very dangerous, potentially deadly situation.

He didn't hesitate. "I'll go with you."