(A post is very, very overdue from me on this one- I did start one, then kinda stop. I owe you this in full- I hope you're still on board.)

Scott followed close behind at first, before he headed into men's clothing. He kept a low profile, and quickly picked out some clothes. Something cheap, but it would do. He saw Alexis, and headed over to her, holding the clothes he wanted to buy in his hands.
"There's got to be a bank account with my name on it. Fuck, I can repay you later on, I promise." Scott said, looking to her as he nodded, looking to the clothes. He had a pair of dark blue jeans, and a black t-shirt, with a navy blue hoodie in his hands- nothing too expensive, and he felt it was vaguely his size. It would do. This place felt blurry, strange.
"I'll do anything I can, I promise...there's got to be an existence of me somewhere." He said, as they headed to the tills, looking to Alexis with a certain look of debt, as if he really did owe her his life right now.

After paying, they headed out, and Scott looked to her, Scott wearing his new clothes after getting changed quickly in the dressing rooms.
"You stopped me from dying, and got me this far. I owe you." He said, simply to her, looking out at the parking lot. He knew that maybe he had saved her from death, from being shot by some terrorist in the hospital, but at the end of the day, she had saved his life by choosing to look after him.
"You really are a hero. I don't know what I am, but all I know is, whatever I got injured for, it was good. I'm not delusional when I say this, I just know...they're coming. I never hurt someone who didn't deserve it." Scott said, smiling, looking out at the bleary November day that sat outside the store, as something hit him. It was a strong memory. He almost blacked out, for a moment, as it rushed through him, it was like a blur. He could remember it later, that he felt, but right now, he had better things to do than flashback.

"Shit. Alexis....we need to go. I think I've just realized something. There's a guy called McKinley, and I think he might be able to solve my problems....I know where he is, or at least, last was. Just get me somewhere safe, I think I know what to do." He said to her while nobody was around, aware that he could be watched at any time. He knew what to do now. Scott just knew, he had to get a hotel room, camp it out for a while, then get to work. And boy, did he have work to do.